All credit to Ghostwriter As I thumbed page after page looking through her photo album, lacking a photograph, or two of me, Burned them, she did tore them out of their corners removing any mention any memory of my existence, Gone was I, the times, we spent together both good and bad the view…… Continue reading Her Photo Album…
Not very loud as loud usually is, pressing my ear cupping my hand closing the world out the doors in my mind shut as well, My loudspeaker nothing to repeat nothing of notice all played out Might just as well enjoy the silence of the clouds rolling by….
All the people all their faces shapes and sizes ways of speaking expressing outward appearances part in hair earrings, tattoos fashion of dress styles and colors smells and sounds All the people everyone else I’ve met over time each and every person throughout my entire life every waking moment every breath taken every thought…… Continue reading All Their Faces…
She spoke I heard her say something, I wanted to hear She sighed, I imagined, she wanted to leave me something, I dreaded to hear She stretched her arms out, until they encompassed me she sighed a sigh and told me that I was the best thing that ever happened to her and that…… Continue reading She Spoke…
I’ve seen you lately, but only in my dreams, your face turned away, hiding what you chose to keep from me, I reached out but touch you, I couldn’t you didn’t want comfort, or easing of your pain, Possessing the hurt, the realization of which was yours and yours alone, Sometimes it’s not easy…… Continue reading Seeing you…
When we began to consider each others feelings we progressed farther avoiding obstacles discarding innuendo dropping the veils of mistrust and ignorance, shortening the distance between us thus allowing us to see each other for who we really are and who we want each other to see and to know, Knowing what you feel…… Continue reading When We Began…
Daring me she was to walk along the top of her roof my safety line stretched to the limit falling into her waiting arms being most likely, the challenge of wanting to make the grade showing her I could do that me, myself not needing anyone alone, but braving the harshness, the trials my…… Continue reading Daring Me…
Telling her what I knew, what I know leaving nothing to the imagination, save for one thing, A trifle a thought the one secret, I kept from her her prying eyes, her wandering gaze waiting, watching, a sea of expectations set adrift Telling her what I thought about her felt about, lusted about wanted…… Continue reading Keeping Secrets…
Girl reading a letter at an open window – Johannes Vermeer She’d been reading my thought letters again God how I wish she’d stay out of my head! Sitting, writing prose words combined, patterns seeing other ways feelings, feelings, She only had to look at me without a word exchanged between us, She only…… Continue reading My Thought Letters…
A contest of thought brought to mind how many times she entered my memory, Upon waking or, entertaining the last waking moments she tended to reside sitting in my armchair staring at the fire, as if she could read my mind, It pleasured her, you know possessing the thought of someone thinking about her…… Continue reading Contest…
Cyranny's Cove 