Between the crescent moon and satin sheets a heated flush is spreading that makes my heart taste storm while city is asleep. Do you ever wonder how deep and decadent it gets when your scent as wild as box-berries writes lines across my skin-- Photo credits: Pinterest Posted for 'Quadrille# 62' @dVerse Pub and on Tuesday Platform … Continue reading The Dark Night Of Soul
Beneath dimly lit obsidian sky Whisper my name Hear the wind sing softly into your ear Address your mind Tonight I wish to peruse and embrace With new delight Oh corners of your luscious brooding lips I long to cite There's theory about you yet to be proved And brought to light Love, whenever inspiration … Continue reading On the threshold of desire
Choosing sepia is as though softening life’s storm, it’s being conscious of one’s strength which strives to bear the unchanging sun. Neither picture nor memory placate the cadence of your voice haunts as I struggle with my heart and head, without you I am a flower plucked-- destined to wither before its hour. Photo … Continue reading Hours before love’s last breath
The flaming August sky, heavy heart and unsuspecting youth is a bundle of contradictions. I want to believe in hope as cold fingers trace dandelion worries and lively disposition; when will that hour come when the sun will glow and revoke affliction? The sky that once held dreams laments and burns unwritten scripts, I wonder … Continue reading Epistle To My Future Self
This silence of yours is like pieces of a puzzle forming an endless, infinite, exquisite possibility should I care to construe the fire that fills this chest. I am glued to insensate brow, to unshaven stubble of your chin deliberating my tongue and pen. Photo credits: Pinterest Posted for Quadrille #61 @ dVerse Pub … Continue reading In city of grey mists and unfulfilled desires
Memories tend to last a lifetime and are as overwhelming as sea as the sepia sun filters through holly leaves I remember what you said to me wading in hushed water when I'm gone don't you cry beneath the cobalt sky I remember how you looked at me as beautiful mind that's fresh, dear and … Continue reading Fragments of one thousand and one nights
Black is the aura of sea that plunges into delirious vision which to another is known as dream. Neither sunshine nor cloud offer comfort here as I struggle to hold on and gasp for air. In my sleep, I see you with arms outstretched battling shadows and fury of white waves. Could the impossible ensue, … Continue reading Song of a poetess dreaming
Softly, the night whispered dreams as the first rose of July opened its mouth. If only I could breathe in you fill my senses with your scent your image. I can not remove the thought of you, deep-seated into a guiltless mind. Inebriated, I watch the moon between shadows as her reflection dares me to … Continue reading Between the shadows on a summer night
As I turn pages of dismal, dark and decadent night, a gorgeous itch of you bleeds through into tomorrow. Feel summer weave into wind, dance with dilated leaves, we align our mouths and kiss misery away. Love for you exists but is it enough? Photo credits: Blake Carmichael, Burnt Posted for Quadrille #60 @ … Continue reading In a mirror at midnight
Desire is feral, that touches you until your insides melt like a cloud while words sweet softly kiss muted thoughts 🌼 Disheveled like a pale rose in sand my fragrance clings to you unchanging until you arise from stranger dreams 🌼 I trace words on soft skin not paper lest passion wastes away with blue … Continue reading Strolling through the fields of desire