A murky Autumn surrounds us, a bleak, plague-ridden Winterfast approaching. What happened to Summer?I hear you ask.Good question. Don’t you remember?We already had it!Pah! When? In Spring, of course.Now, now -don’t get cross. The world is changing.Didn’t you know?The past is done. Is there no hope, then?Ah, do not despair, my friend!For there is always hope. Look around you.Do you not see it?Are you immune to its power? L...
You weren’t always a ghost, sometimes a bit distant or “emotionally reserved” as they say, this easy, strong, quiet presence. Six feet tall and suave, you with the crazy wave in your hair, fierce dimples, a hint of gold around your pupils, all of it. You wrapped me. I was a junkie for years before the doctor gave us the diagnosis, that dim one. And so in time, you began to diminish. Mouth slack, the sunken eyes, all those...
Days had passed since Kenji and Aikasa’s painful goodbye. Until now, she couldn’t grasp the idea that they were already through. The past few nights were pure torture. She wept until she fell asleep with Kenji in her mind. People could say that she was heartless for choosing her dream over him but ironically, she did not regret every decision she had made that day. Yes, she was hurt but she didn’t regret doing it. She jus...
When I met Gayle, we were both young, young girls looking for something to do, something more than just being women in a world not built for them but in spite of them. She was not yet beautiful, she was good looking, in an expectant sort of way. She was to become beautiful later on when she was hired to model haute couture clothes when magazine covers showed her smile and her body wrapped in all sorts of fabrics and her s...
I'm holding onto a book that doesn't belong to me.I've read its pages a thousand times but failed to seeThe words on the page no longer meant for me.Its title was hope, the author, my fantasy mind.The main character never caused any harm.His words were generous, loving, funny, and kind.I fell for his wit, awkwardness, passion, and charm.He dripped words painting stories for us to share.Fantasies voiced, marveled, woven in...
Last night at sunset, I waited for you. My love illuminated the sky, painting a vibrant mural with which to end your day. You stood on the shore, looking lost and alone. I wish I could touch you and let you know how much you are loved. But time was cruel and swept me away. Now all I can do is flood the sky with color and hope that you know it’s me, loving you, needing you, wanting you, whispering to you, “My love, my prec...
Sunset in the city, our city by a river, sunset in the city, our love still present in the old stones, in the new buildings, in the tall bridges smiling at our river...
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.
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...
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...
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?
I always loved this place: cherry trees flanking the wildflower meadow, sunlight glistening off the lake beyond. I hurry towards our bench and, spotting it, gasp. He waited… Running, I throw my arms around him. He’s soft, warm; his scent conjures memories, forgotten emotions. “I’ve missed you so much.” “And I, you.” He holds me close then eases me away. “You shouldn’t be here yet. Go, it's okay.” I’m suddenly woozy and th...
He loved her enough to let her go, and she loved him enough to come back. Each year, true to her word, she returned to the sea. Although she was grown, he still cautioned against the forces of evil. When she found true love, he accepted him. And when she gave him grandchildren, he delighted in them. Time passed, and the king was near death. “You’ll be queen soon,” he said softly. “I don’t wish to be queen. Please, don’t l...
