Like a long forgotten but much loved sweaterThe memory of him tumbled into her sight When she was taking one of her rare solitary walksShe paused outside his doorAnd stood for a long whileBefore walking away When she got home, hours later,there were footprints outside her doorMatching his shoes.
There was noblesse in his demeanorA certain aloof prideHe was a brave, after allWhat stories the years had etched across his faceIn deep furrows and wavering huesAge, wisdom, fortitudeHis identity and his magnificenceAnd of course his spectacular head-dress, his only vanity ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Love,Timeless, unwavering,And the moonInspiring, confusing, enthrallingThe…
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king In the middle of the desert, the cactus is mannaBut a sadist among masochists, is God. Or the Devil. Or both. Hurt me! Heal me! Kill me! Spare me! Nail me! Resurrect me! It’s pain and religion they need….
A day in 55-word notes… ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~Last night It was madnessI’m not afraid of madnessIt’s the thought of being locked away for it that holds me backThat madness hasn’t left me; Oh joy!One moment, one blink…is all it needs. Love is madness, a screaming, hysterical madness. I fell asleep last night…
Hold my hand and fall with me! I might have, had you asked But you didn’tAnd I thought you wanted to fly When I said I was leaving,All you said was, Goodbye! If we had jumped,Maybe you’d have discovered wingsOr I might’ve taught you to swim Maybe we’d have crashed…
She proposed. He declined. You’re too intense for me. He said then. A few years later, they met.He was older, she wiser. He frowned, I don’t like what you’ve become. You didn’t like me the way I was! She wanted to cry when he said I did. I miss who…
Carrie Bradshaw: Just when I thought I couldn’t get any higher….he spooned me. I asked him, I know why I love spooning. It feels good to be held and cuddled. But what’s it for you? He said, It also feels good to hold and cuddle someone. Then he pulled me…
He says he will forget me in an instant, oh, that’ll be so easyAnd tells me he used to talk about me to his friends all the timeBut not anymore; he doesn’t like me that much these days Then, just before letting go of my hand, he asks that I never…
“Will you blog about today?” he murmured. Outside almost curtained windows, a hot afternoon had turned to the kind of evening she’d describe as romantic or dreary depending on who she spent it with. End of day or night being born, depending on who she answered. Inside, she thought, was…
Couples floated across the dance floor, flowing over each other. Someone said, “Up close with a stranger. You sure?” She said, “I want to learn.” He smiled. They were the last couple on the floor. Melting into each other. Then the music stopped. She walked off the floor, leaving him…
