The hot water streams over my body, engulfing me…My breaths become pants, then suddenly pause.My stare freezes at the water droplets passing by, as I see her face again.time stops…My breath removed, my blood gone cold, my heart drains,… like her.She is gone, I am alone.But here I can cry, here I can moan, here I can wail.My muted scream rises but is stifled in my throat.Later, I will be strong, I must be strong, I must be...

“Whoaaa…” I answer as the first gust hits and she heels over, her rail dipping into the sea. Her bow pulls windward and I pull the wheel back while easing the mainsheet. A few minutes earlier the fog had moved in, leaving me suddenly surrounded in mist. I could see the bow, but beyond that was a mystery. Worse than a mystery, there was a bridge ahead; a railway bridge, and beyond that another bridge for cars. But between...

Her avatar is a cause célèbre, in life a beauty to be seen, but my anxious heart intercedes, this image is my queen.- The words she writes may only seem, smoothly flowing poetic lines, yet in each line and each word I sense, her tender heart still shines.- In her daily strife, she sometimes stumbles, it is her one beau geste, I am there, to pick her up, to feel her pain, to hold her to my chest.- When she is happy, when s...

I would sail across the Pacific, Visit the islands so remote. I would see the Northern Lights, Upon my own sailboat.- I would ride the city subway, An empty car, late at night. Spend Carnival in Rio, Dressed as a winged knight.- Ride a gondola in Venice, Sharing a bottle of wine. Write a novel about passion, The words and thoughts all mine.- Dance the tango in Argentina, Visit the Acropolis in Greece. Whale watching in Sa...

Can I love someone,Never seeing their face,Without their touch,Or their warm embrace?Can I love someone,Never seeing their eyes,Without their caress,Would it be wise?Can I love someone,Never seeing their smile,Without their kiss,Only their writing style?Can I love someone,Never hearing their cries,Without their body,Would it be a disguise?If they are not beautiful,If they are not young,If I discovered all that,By a slip o...

“Shoot!” The exclamation punctuated the sound of pottery shattering. My neighbor, Karen had dropped a cup. It lay in shards across the hard kitchen tile. “Don’t worry, it’s just a cup. I have others,” I say, fetching the broom and dustpan. “I am sorry, sometimes I’m just so clumsy.” “Ah... it was just an old coffee cup, nothing to worry about.” My knees creak as I stoop to gather the shards. Recognizing it, I pause, lost...

‘We approach each other, I gaze in your face, I find your lips tender, as we kiss in a daze. Again and again we kiss, with each more yearning then before, Then, I awaken, I am alone, yet not so alone as before.’ “There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian’s voice squawked in my headset. I closed my tablet where I had been writing and looked ahead. I could see the small island with sandy beaches lined with majestic palms,...