Micro poésie du vendredi…
Froide la nuit… Cruelle. Et au matin, le souvenir de ta paume brûlée sur mon tronc…
Month: March 2017
Thank you!
Good evening lovely Lovelies!! I hope all of you are doing well today/night, depending on where you are peeking from! You probably noticed the flowers everywhere in the Cove and the new cushions here and there? Yeah, I tried to pretty things up a little because… Well.. I got this badge late last night: …… Continue reading Thank you!
Missing Denmark…
Dear Denmark… I miss you. I miss your fields, your cities, your people, your colorful language…. I miss walking your roads and getting lost in the very heart of you. I miss seeing you, hearing you, smelling you, tasting you, feeling you… I miss talking about you. People don’t understand. They don’t need to.…… Continue reading Missing Denmark…
My hand…
-Tell me your story, he said while walking her home. I want to know what life took you through, before it lead you to me… She smiled, and instantly blushed, touched by his sudden request. -Will you hold my hand during the rough parts…? She shyly looked up to him, meeting his warm gaze,…… Continue reading My hand…
Nervous…
An almost anonymous hand on my thigh, my febrile heart beating in the hollowness of her palm. Words a little less than innocent, words… unsaid but not unthought. Two soft breaths almost joined, just not quite. The cruel possibility lingering in the air, silent promise of exquisite pleasure… But at what cost? Double thinking,…… Continue reading Nervous…
Silence…
Cat’s purr Car rolling by, car again Pick up truck roaring up the street. Tic toc, tic toc of the clock The chirping of the first Spring announcing sparrows by the window. Kids strolling down the sidewalk, Laughing heartedly. Neighbour’s dog barking, probably at said noisy children… Fooling myself into thinking…… Continue reading Silence…
Don’t love me…
I don’t need… Love. I don’t seek… Love. I don’t bother with… Love. I don’t deserve… Love.
Red red wine…
He went to the kitchen, and came back with two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Noir. -I really shouldn’t… I am a little tired after all the walking. He ignored her comment and opened the bottle, slowly pulling out the cork. He poured the dark red wine in the glasses and handed…… Continue reading Red red wine…
Just a Whisper of Hope…
That has brought your thoughts to me a single element of surprise, won out by the relentless pounding of my heart next to yours, Hoping that we might meet again, by chance, by plan hoping that the magic that seems to blossom every time that I see the smiles, light up on…… Continue reading Just a Whisper of Hope…
I thought a thought…
And I closed my eyes, closed my dreams, and went for a ride over the undulations of her wavy smile, and around the corner of her sharpest wit, I asked her, not speaking of such things, of why and whats, or where we had met? She had often replied, in ways that were…… Continue reading I thought a thought…
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