Rose petals just lost to the passing of years, to the tricks of memory, fading seconds and hours. Rose petals lost in books still keeping their perfume, scented with sweet loves, desire and old passions.  

And it is now, while alone, that I see you, back in time, the young man you used to be, with tousled hair and a smile, your faded jeans and old jacket, covering your graceful limbs, marble-like skin of sweet scent that lingers in my memory still. And it is now, while alone, that your dear image I embrace and could not love you more.  

An affair hides the clocks of time under its brief encounters, hides the desperate prayer for desire to keep flowing. An affair defies time and death in its mad pursuit of pleasure, an affair refuses to become just dry rose petals between pages of some old book on a forgotten shelf.    

Lavi stood in the cool dew-covered field. She loved the feel of the dampness on her toes. In this moment of meditation with the bird’s screams bouncing off her ears, she felt connected with the earth.  Soon the field would be stamped down; run over by the tires of rubes coming to enjoy the sights and sounds. By children running here and there, stuffing their faces with cotton candy or candy apples. The bright red sticky t...

The limbs of a forgotten woman are like hands of a dead clock, trying to turn and signal the hours only to find stillness and silence. Desire flows through her body, only to find its object gone, tears of pain and solitary climaxes course her face erasing hope. The body of a forgotten woman, becomes a memory in itself, a trodden upon, well-known territory, owing no excuses to a fancy map. The spirit of a forgotten woman b...

She sat by the water’s edge, watching the dolphins play. She wished he were still here, reminding her to be careful or telling her the same joke he’d told time after time. She could feel his presence so strongly by the water. It brought her comfort to know that he’d been proud of her, that his last breath had been to tell her he loved her. It was the kind of closure many people never get. Still, what she wouldn’t give to...

Power I give Measures not to what is given Each moment we share Gives more insight  I bow With humbleness  The lasting bond To give true trust That is given and taken

Aikasa laid awake staring at her ceiling. The day didn’t go against her better judgment for it was still raining outside and she didn’t know how she was supposed to go and meet Kenji.  Well...  The hell with it.  It’s now or never. She got up and headed to the bathroom to wash herself. She slipped out of her nightdress and put a comfortable one that would suit this harsh weather. She then combed her long wavy hair and sta...

Checked my mobile phone, it showed three fifty-eight in the morning. It was not even four in the morning, and I am still wide awake, staring at the whirling ceiling fan. Dismissed the set-alarm and pondered whether to start my day early or just stay laid back in bed for another thirty minutes.  The moment I remembered her beautiful smiling face. I got excited to start my day and get ready. After I freshened up. I wore my...

If you could see As far as you could see Would it look any different? Possibly.   If you could run As far as you could run Would you finally be there? Would you be done?   If you could hear Everything you wanted to hear Has it all been said? Not so, I fear.   If you could touch All you wanted to touch Would you be satisfied? Not so much.   If you could smell All there is to smell Would you lose the scent? It’s hard to tel...

Screams erupted from every ride in the carnival, even the not-particularly-scary ones like the Ferris Wheel and the Turtle Train, as Conor walked the midway. The smell of funnel cakes and corn dogs and cotton candy washed over him. Discarded hamburgers and crushed lemons from discarded cups of lemonade littered the ground. He looked in the hall of Funhouse mirrors and saw the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Long red...

At Bronwig’s bookshop there's a notice on the door, in red capitals: IN LIQUIDATION. It’s devastating. I’d been a customer since I was too small to see more than the top of Mr Bronwig’s head behind the counter. His hair was white, even then; delicate as cotton candy. I didn’t come to Bronwig’s for the books at first. I came for the turtles. When you bought a book, Mr Bronwig would delicately fold a paper model to serve as...

My Truth is Lonely. I imagine yours is, too. Mine can’t be shared; I suspect the same for you. Truth weighs heavily upon its owner because Truth destroys. Only fools say “Just tell the Truth. It’s the best thing to do.” Revealing a Truth always harms someone it seems. Typically Someone I know. Someone I love. I suspect the same for You. Is Truth measured by the amount of harm it causes? Truth’s a secret we hold and withho...

The next morning Eric was escorted to his cell under strict watch after completing his three hour therapy session, with the same results as day one. Not a damn thing had changed in his behavior or his way of thinking. As they neared his cell he could smell an unusual stench to say the least. He couldn't quite describe it, but it made his nose curl in disgust. The guards stopped their march and followed Eric's lead, curlin...

I don't know about you But I want to know everything Your hometown Your dreams and fears   I want to know What makes you smile What turns you on What makes your heart race   I want to know What sets your soul on fire What your makes you crazy I know You send my heart racing You are my passion I want to make your heart race As we are tangled up in the sheets   What does your wrist tattoo say?