Your name…
As I let my eyes rest on your body still asleep * I wonder how lucky have I had to be? * To win this exclusive place by your side * Fear takes over, my silly self trembles * And I whisper the only reassuring word I know… * Your name…
Tag: love
Measure…
via Daily Prompt: Measure The raising of my heartbeat, at the sound of your voice The multiplication of fluttering butterflies in my tickled stomach The depth of the endless fall since I chanced to blindly leap… Forget science, these are just empirical measures of my love… For you.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Et quand nos corps se rejoignirent au bout de l’attente et des milles… Nous ne fîmes rien qui put être comparé de près ou de loin à la luxure… Ton amour glissant sur mes reins… me caressant et mordant à pleines dents dans ma vie. Chaque soupir, bu du coin de…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Blindly…
via Daily Prompt: Blindly And even if I lost sight of you, in the turbulences of the crowd… I know I’d just have to follow the trail of your wandering thoughts. Like polished pebbles left on the ground, showing the path. Picking your lingering words up, one by one. Letting them show me the way. Leading…… Continue reading Blindly…
Listening…
Listening to the sound of her heart, beating while holding her close to mine if only for the thought of really hearing it being far away from her now wondering why she is, and why we are not together holding each other close listening to the sounds of something so simple as the life…… Continue reading Listening…
Pause…
via Daily Prompt: Pause You played me like a cello… Your fingers pulling at my heartstrings, bringing life to my most intimate melodies. You had a perfect ear, and when you strummed my hair, we sighed in perfect harmony… But what I prefered was when you took a pause… To listen to the racing…… Continue reading Pause…
Happy place…
My happy place, to hide, in times of sorrow? Easy. I only have to run back to the memory of your open arms, and soft voice… “Come here” whispered with confidence that I’d snuggle against your reassuring chest.
Troth…
As I lay my hand on your heart, I vow never to smart it… At least as long as you keep it close enough for me to keep my oath.
The Gift…
When I found this short film on The Internets, the first thing that struck me was the numerous prizes it won. The story was directed by Julio Pot and produced by Cecilia Baeriswil. I think a lot of people will recognize themselves in the two cute characters. Most of us have lived something similar, unless…… Continue reading The Gift…
I forbid you…
I am not a demanding woman… she said. I will only ask one thing from you. I forbid you to die!
Cyranny's Cove 