Never wanting to know exactly how you felt never wanting to ask, if the feelings, we shared were real, never having the courage to look directly into your eyes never wanting anything else but you, never asking for anything more than what love could give us, never wanting to share my days and nights…… Continue reading Never…
LOL I wouldn’t want to insult any man who shared my life. But this really made me laugh!! Good man vs Pinot Noir? That could be an interesting debate… I’ll drink to that… Mouahahahahahaa
Couche tes rêves sur ma peau de poèmes… Et laisse-moi glaner tes promesses de bohème. Boire le bonheur sur le bout de tes lèvres. Tes mots autour du cou, réelle oeuvre d’orfèvre…
Someone touched my cheek, but when I turned to look…. Someone touched my hair, running fingers through the waves and undulations Someone whispered something in my ear, something that I wanted to hear, from someone Someone tapped me on my shoulder, wanting me to turn around and see who -but there was still no…… Continue reading Someone Touched My Cheek…
I wanted to write poems, about the hot water running down your lower back… But the sight of the drops flowing on your naked skin pleasantly numbed me beyond the very concept of rhymes and prose…
I could hear it giggling devilishly as I approached, on my first break today… Showing off, in its still firm, pure white petals… Flower attitude, my friends… Total flower attitude.
Hoping, just to see you. Knowing, too well it won’t happen. Not today, and most certainly not tomorrow… But just in case, waiting by the window…
via Daily Prompt: Unmoored I have done it. Done it all… I took care of business. Made our house a home nice enough to come back to gladly, filled the fridge and emptied the trash. Fed the dog and watered the plants. Paid the bills and wrote the check for the rent. I returned the…… Continue reading Unmoored…
L’été, C’est se méprendre en fermant les yeux, entre un coup de vent et la course de tes doigts sur ma joue…
via Daily Prompt: Maze You didn’t tell me you were a maze, when I came knocking at the doors of your heart. Heavily guarded, by the winds of change. Swirling voices, all the same deep and playfull, telling me I was too short for the ride, then pushing me through the gate… You didn’t tell…… Continue reading Maze…
Cyranny's Cove 