￼ Dripping pink passion Delicate curtains wafting Like parted Spring lips
Midnight. We always met at midnight. Beneath the moon and stars beside the river. Always midnight. We’d kiss by the old bridge like kids, young again. Midnight magic, we called it. Every other hour led to those dark kisses. Every second. But midnight’s gone and I’m alone. I hate midnight.
North wind: a kiss to make your lips blue, the zing of winter upon you, chilled bliss. East wind: an infrequent visitor in shawls of grey, brisk and damp her kiss to each cheek. West wind: ocean’s breath, her kiss the saline stuff of dreams, passionate and strong. South wind: warm and enveloping, an oasis […]
Starburst rouge A blast of passion Dramatic Lover’s kiss No more chill blue sky envies Night’s secret affairs
In the cool embrace of a slow, southern night, she kissed me. Lit by fireflies too close to be shooting stars, I kissed her back. Bliss. The night swept by an eternal mirage until a tangerine sun whispered good day. Hours lost were future years in the finding. A fair exchange. (Image courtesy of ghost549 on […]
A whisper, Barely imperceptible. It doesn’t need to be heard For I feel it in my heart. The fjord: Still, unmoved by time Captures the same image As it has for eons In glasslike surface, And I wonder If I submerge myself, Lose myself in those crystal depths, Will I see the same past I imagine? I lift my collar, Look over my shoulder To see the ocean beckoning. So […]
I send you kisses To sooth your sleep So with the sandman You shall keep In place where hope And only good Shall save your heart From dark-world wood To know in night Your soul will find The peace evading Your sweet mind So if you sense A gentlest kiss Upon your eyes I hope it’s bliss (Image courtesy of puppet-soul on deviantart.com)