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…
Some pictures just leave such a vivid mark in my mind. I think it must be the same with a lot of people who take interest in picture taking. Some things you immortalize just leave an impression. As if you framed your souvenirs and held them where no one else can see them. And…… Continue reading Just a picture…
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…
Walked barefoot her toes gracing the trails, the roads and the paths… All ways leading to the Rome of your heart.
to be there. Just not easy to wait for someone to be there, again.
Oh how I miss the feeling of your lips, whispering your mountain secrets so close to my ear that I would have sworn they were a little voice in my head, never leaving me alone… Never in a creepy way, though, just like a warm presence, I could take along, walking in my forests.…… Continue reading Your mountains, my forests…
Watching out of the window, she couldn’t pronounce “Christmas”… Having slept merely a couple of hours, still having the night before’s conversation with Mother across the throat, yet another reality too hard to stomach for a holiday morning… She wanted to raise a white flag. But when she looked outside, her sight blurred. With…… Continue reading Twenty fifth…
Previously posted June 11th, 2016 I called your name from the opening of the front door. It was unlocked when I arrived, and that was odd, since you were terrified of strangers breaking in at any time of day or night… You didn’t respond, which seemed even stranger. I called a second time, almost…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part four)
“A simple cut of the scissors” she said, but I was hesitant to say the least, She spent the day cutting this and that paper, chicken legs the odd photo, or two carefully along the edges along the lines, “You won’t even feel it”, she giggled, as she cut her steak with very deliberate…… Continue reading One Small Cut – Notthedane56
She was most truthful just before turning in relating more than just a random thought or two, She didn’t mince words hiding them from the day passed, what she wanted to say not standing on precedence nor worrying about stepping on toes, She was most truthful just before sleeping telling me what, she wanted…… Continue reading Her Truths… – Notthedane56
Cyranny's Cove 