. T’ai-je jamais demandé La moindre chose? Le moindre sourire, Le moindre soupir, Le moindre baiser Soufflé Par delà l’abîme Qui nous sépare? T’ai-je jamais demandé La moindre chose? Le moindre pacte, Le moindre serment, La moindre promesse D’un sentiment En garde, Partagé… T’ai-je jamais demandé? Non, Alors laisse-moi T’aimer en silence Discrètement Et à…… Continue reading T’ai-je jamais demandé?
. Boiling thoughts, I blame Summer… You say my name And I hear thunder, Lightning strikes And strikes again While I wish For a wandering hand… Running up My burning thigh Will you be my fix, My personal high? Hurricane me Without a notice, It is high season For perfect bliss! Faster, faster Tease this…… Continue reading The perfect storm…
. . Aching dawns, Sore evenings… Sometimes, time Looses any meaning. Bad news forced down my throat. I gag a little But I still hope For a twist An unexpected turn With little luck The planet won’t burn… Down, and to heal My worries I turn to my Band-Aid memories.
. . She, Thoughts bouncing off The walls… Questions Piling up, pink Petal tears dropping… Dropping, Dropping. Reminiscing their entwined Curious fingers, Sharing childhood memories. Not so innocent moments But so very uplifting. Dark self-whispers Taking their turn Did he? Didn’t he? Loves he me not? Echoing in The middle of her room’s Pitch-black silence,…… Continue reading Monologues…
. . Hear my button thoughts… Gathered and knitted thoughtfully, For your own pleasure.
I was invited (well, not personally, but still) to Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi… (June 9th FFF)
. All it takes, really Is a little bud, A flower sketch Not yet definite… Not yet bloomed. To inspire hope Especially on a Rainy day, Flaunting drops Hanging on its Newborn pastel petals… Staring, I wonder If I can trust Its intimate beauty? But than again, Would it trust me Not to cut its…… Continue reading Rose bud…
. The night sighs At long last, While I Reminisce the past Of things come And things done, What I shouldn’t And could have done… My mind is weary, My feet are sore. I’ve walked the lands And along the shores Thinking I was Strong enough to say I could push your haunting Presence away.…… Continue reading Lingering thoughts….
. Magnolia bloom,My beloved first spring’s sign! Life’s awakening… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; The first sign of blooming of a white magnolia tree in a backstreet near my apartment.
. When I touch myself Whilst thinking of you, I forget who These hands belong to… Eyes closed, dear Muse I seek your smell, I crave your voice I miss your silhouette! Yet again, my imagination Vastly suffices To raise me slowly but surely Closer to paradise… These growling moans All bear your name, You…… Continue reading When I touch myself…
Cyranny's Cove 