“Just let me hold you.” It was a plea. She could feel the unspoken please that hovered on his tongue and wondered if his pride would ever allow him to say it. The fact that she heard it in his voice was almost enough to make her climb back in bed and burrow into his …
From thoughts I’ve had lately helped along by Andy’s weekly challenge. Do participate. Prompt: Artificial Intelligence Word count: 200 — Our joke is asking him why his lashes are so long. I wake up, let my eyes linger on the sooty lashes fanning along his cheeks, marvel at how handsome he is, and kiss him awake. …
Up early. A romantic bit I wrote a while ago that I figured I’d repost. — The oak tree scratched the skin on her back every time she moved, but she plastered herself against it anyway. Darkness wrapped around her, hiding the verdant color of the soft grass beneath her feet and the shimmering leaves …
What does it mean to miss someone? Better to have love and lost Than to never have loved at all? But when the pain is so acute you can’t breathe Could the comfort of “never had” Ease you into a good night’s sleep? Nothing hurts worse than longing But hope is a powerful thing And …
A little afternoon poetry prompted by the The Sunday Whirl. — As I traverse sunny streets I think of you Your shadow walks beside me, your memory an apparition The march of time gone by echoes like the tap of my high heels on cobblestone The whistle of an arriving train reminds me that things …