You don’t have to talk… Of course, he didn’t. Replying would have requested being there in the first place. She was aware of that, but she could feel his presence all the same. His laughter still lingered in the air, and the searing feeling of his lips on her ivory skin was as real…… Continue reading The empty room…
Aujourd’hui j’aimerais pouvoir découper délicatement ton âme sur le pointillé, et faire de toi deux êtres parfaitement semblables, Pour que ton coeur n’aie plus jamais à souffrir de ne pas être ailleurs…
February rain was pouring down, but he didn’t mind… Are you tongue ticklish? Where did she find those ideas? Tongue ticklish, did she mean anything naughty? Pulling the wooden coffee stick out of her cup, she handed it his way, inviting him to scratch on his taste buds… Surprisingly, the scrubbing gave him a…… Continue reading Sweet little nothings…
Where do you run to when the harvest moon hits you? Nowhere, said the moon, nowhere will you be safe from me tonight. And she knew it was the truth. The cold, naked truth. No matter how well she looked around, she knew there was no use in reaching out her aching arms… Your sorrow is…… Continue reading Harvest moon…
-You should put on some sunscreen… She was turning her back to me. Sitting on the end of the dock, he feet were swaying back and forth in the air between the wooden platform and the water. Her pink tank top offered her palish skin to the sun, making me somehow jealous. -You shoud…… Continue reading The pier…
And at that very moment, I felt the power of the connection overtaking my very soul. Nothing else mattered, and I didn’t fear the shadow of death anymore… I was about to blow out, in a flash so bright I would erase all trace of the night. I was ready to burst with you.…… Continue reading Love kamikaze…
How in Heaven’s name could he be dead? Collapsed, and broken by her lover’s lifeless body, she held his head on her knees. Caressing his hair, covering every inch of his face with kisses, begging God to un-take his soul away from her, her burning tears rolled on his skin. She remembered how he…… Continue reading In a hundred words…
She woke up in the cheap motel room with a splitting head ache. Nothing familiar around her, aside from the clothes on the floor, and the empty bottles left here and there, reminding her of the blurry evening she had spent the night before. A new knock on the door. The noise had awakened…… Continue reading Gone missing…
Previously; https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/09/01/lady-in-red/ Standing outside the bar, he considered his options… He could text message back, and either join her or flee back home. He could just push the door and go meet her. Or he could simply ignore the message and walk back to his house, open a beer and go about his life as…… Continue reading Lady in red… (2)
Je me fais du cinéma… assise dans le noir, de jour comme de soir, Je profite de la pénombre pour nous mettre en scène. Je me fais du cinéma, la main tendue sur l’acoudoir, espérant voir la tienne y choir J’oublie mes soucis, mes déceptions et mes peines. Je me fais du…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Cyranny's Cove 