Please…
. Oh! Please say my name… It is the sweetest of sounds, When it’s on your lips!
Category: poetry
Meek…
. Lay your sweet Laughter On my cheek. Whisper your sweet Nothings to My ear…. Let me hold you Tight and Near. It might just Be just a Fantasy, But the very Thought of us Soothes me… Mind not my Wandering Feelings, The fault’s on you For being Ever so charming. I apologize Handsome, For…… Continue reading Meek…
Get out!
. Get out Of my head, Please… Handsome, I am helpless when You dig your way through my brain. And your stare Hits me just As if It were a train… I don’t want To want you, and I know you don’t Want to want me. But the line Is so very thin, Between Life…… Continue reading Get out!
Timeless dance…
. Future’s just A more or less-well planned Pas de deux. The Present, An improvised Tango de feu… But the Past, Sweet nostalgia! Home of what was, What could have been And what should have happened… The perfect Playground for Playful minds that mind not Rethinking a choreography Practiced So many times In the back…… Continue reading Timeless dance…
Winter haiku…
. . In winter’s coldness, A sunray is a blessing… Warming our home.
For eternity…
. Sweet tremors Of the flesh! Your musical tongue Tickling… Musing Me around, Like a love song Caress. Whisper your way Down to the hem Of my skirt, Or blow out in rhymes, Undress me with your words, Until I confess… That I live For the sound Of your banality, If there’s an afterlife I’ll…… Continue reading For eternity…
The woodpecker… (January 13th FFF)
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 The woodpecker… (January 13th FFF)
After Eight Moments…
. Oh, peculiar sightWhen a sun draped in soft cloudsLooks just like the moon… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; The sun setting on Montréal this evening, looking like the moon because of its cloudy night robe.
Just a dance…
. The ghostly feel Of your hand On my hip, Pull me against Your chest And enjoy the beat! Lead the way… I’m in, Love No matter where-to the trip. A nowhere waltz Or an Oh-la-la salsa So sour and sweet. Make me swirl Make my heart race, Cha-cha me furiously… My clumsy steps Will…… Continue reading Just a dance…
Another would come…
. . I sometimes wonder As my soul is sore, What’d still would be If I’d be no more… The moon’d still moon And The sun’d still sun, Day would run to its end And another would come. Snow would still fall And wind would still blow, Drying the last remains Of this lingering sorrow……… Continue reading Another would come…
Cyranny's Cove 