via today’s Daily Prompt; Forlorn Wrote my thoughts my hopes and my dreams on the virgin canevas of a white dove’s wings. Working patiently, my purest wishes carefully penned on the feathers’ tips… Inking our story, or at least my side of it on the lovely bird’s back covering every bit… Bent for endless hours…… Continue reading The Dove…
You don’t have to open your eyes, Love… Our story is writen in Braille on my skin. You just need to whisper to my ear, and my favorite memories are ready for your fingers to visit them, again and again…
I need you not. I just chose to want you in my silly simple life. My definition of friendship…
Wrap a stanza, around my waist… Cover my shoulders with a laced verse… For your words are the only thing I can abide on my yearning skin.
Hiding, no better nor worse than any other… I guess. Hoping there is something worth discovering something like a treasure… A pearl kept in an oyster, there for the taking, there patiently waiting… Waiting for the warm touch of your smile, pressed on my closed eyes. Again.
in the sea pool of your love at ankle depth wearing the thin line of the surface as a bracelet on my flesh… Token of your love, never to be heard never to be seen only to be felt. Dipping my feet though yearning to dive, dive into the sea pool of your love……… Continue reading Toe dipping…
Please Dearest unstitch my lips, unblind my eyes and untie my wrists… For I believe none of us requires forgiveness. Just needing to tame each other’s weakness… I’m still convinced we’re not meant to fight… My ever devoted heart only yearning to make things right. Oh Dearest, please don’t leave me…… Continue reading Dearest…
Via today’s daily prompt: Almost So very almost, though never really. Never quite, but ever so close to… We weren’t, were we? Should have, could have, but didn’t nail it. How come then, that I miss, what I never had, to begin with?
Langueur vespérale Oraison jaculatoire, imploration fatale hiatus butoir. Tout rime avec la fin. Il ne reste plus rien. Que toi, moi… des retailles de câlins plein les mains…
With a mere breath, warm and sudden away she flew, delicately gliding seeking her way to you, untethered feather, cooing her coo… A dove’s bitter sweet cry, murmured endlessly from the skies, never going tired never giving up. Fly feather, fly! Restlessly sail among the clouds, tiny vessel, swirling white dot, spread your peaceful…… Continue reading Flying feather…
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