Protected: Why do you love me?
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Frazil…
“You are crazy…” His tone was more worried than blaming. He had been standing there for a while, watching over her from a couple of steps back. She was sitting on the lake’s shore, hiding under her large fur cloak. So very still and silent, she had been waiting there for hours already, waiting…… Continue reading Frazil…
Period.
You held me in parenthesis, close to your pun, just a comma away from your heart, though you wouldn’t admit it. Punctuating the most perfect evening, you hyphenated our lips I saw asterisks, and knew right away, This was love… Period.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
“Serai vent, serai brouillard, serai tempête, serai cafard…” “C’est vrai”, acquiesça t-elle naïvement Et au son de sa voix de tonnerre elle alla, gambadant valser entre ses éclairs
She Paradox…
Oh! The days and the nights spent fighting this inner fight. She Paradox, Nitroglycerin poured into a box of crystal so thin… About to burst, ready to blow… slaying in a flash any standing foe foolish enough to misjudge her force, blinded by her deep sorrow, of course! But her fears fed her fire,…… Continue reading She Paradox…
At the Café – #1MinFiction
What he overheard almost made him choke on his sip. ‘… I swear, he went crazy! He wants it everyday, for hours, untill I am panting and sweating from every pore! Again & again… I tell you! I’m exhausted.’ Pausing to drink… ‘But it was my resolution too. And the gym subscription has been paid…… Continue reading At the Café – #1MinFiction
The Dove…
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…
Goosebumps
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…
Naked truth…
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.
Inside…
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.
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