I caught myself rubbing the edge of the screen Just a slight nudging with my thumb as if you'd move, or blink. As if I could slide your hair away from your eyes So I could have a closer look at you through this one way mirror that you offer me.
Does your breath pause, at the sight of me, like mine does at the sight of you? While your eyes are locked open and mine flutter, like a moth wanting to be on your end of the light. It's no brighter, or darker, It's yours, and that makes...
Were I to speak through perfume page where my calligraphy fountains From infinity ink I, seamstress will embroider these phrases. Hold this page against thine ears
Hear gleaming glens yearn while waters flow sourced with my being Follow flickering frequencies, dipping my feather softer warmer into depths surfaced within me. I who have sent night wind weaving rouge like moons cheekbones o how it would flourish becoming mildew music.
Dewy moss beneath our feet as we would walk ever sided Our hands become multi petalled...
No sound- 2 be found, It doesn't,doesn't,work. Plans,that you've spoken about, They've tried, Oh boy,have they tried, 2 talk you,out of. But no-one, Can stop, What God, Has planned,for, You You You. After all ,you're resilient Your resilient Your resilient, Through and through.
I have a question I have a question I have a question,for you.
"Do you believe,in yourself, Just like,you're meant, ...
Give yourself a reminder… when someone entrust their heart ❤ to you they are giving you a piece of their soul…. You cannot treat the soul casually .You must protect , nature and handle it with care.… be careful and always guard your heart ❤ ( earn it!)
THE CHANCE A handsome face with matching bedroom eyes giving my lust a chance to fall and rise a need could become something dire seeing of things another hits or misses dreams and fantasies, stolen kisses what will begin to stoke the fire?
Texting and chatting in very clever prose desires could build to Lord only knows seems we both are enjoying the flirt if I should ache for him, will he for me? where this is headed I guess we'll see do not want to go berserk.
The old lady, fashionably dressed as usual Sat in her Queen Anne chair In the comfort of her sun-filled verrière, The House and Garden open on her lap And surrounded by her precious loves From that Dracoena Limelight And a large Monstera Deliciosa In one corner on her left A Philodendron Heartleaf And a Spathiphyllum ''Peace Lily'' On a table at her far right Uncared for for a certain while Wilted and dead Just as she was And finally at peace.