in the blink
of a thousand wishes
I can still feel you
as your gentle fingertips
graze the contours of my skin
it is as if the universe has conspired
to create a moment
that only we exist in
it is a delicate dance of energy
where skin meets skin
and vibrations ripple through
my very essence
the weight of your touch lingers
like gentle whispers
upon my skin
and I know this love story
will forever be
written upon the pages
of my soul
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Flesh and bones
I want to meet
the sound of your breath
as it fills an empty room
and listen to the stories
that you hold inside
within every exhale
to feel the weight
of your words
quietly settle inside
the depths of my flesh and bones
and wait to be scattered
upon these pages
Within a dream
within a dream
of a dream
I dream of you
behind closed eyes
and in the darkest
of darkness
I find you there
and confess one by one
the depths of my love
visible and bare
peeling back
layer by layer
everything I am
everything I use to be
and I am holding on so tighty
to what’s left of time
because once this dream is over
what will be left
of us
Pure beauty
I at times
cannot fathom
the pure beauty
of your symmetry
the way your eyes
trace every curve of my body
leaving no place untouched
and your voice
slowly dances down
the arch of my back
resting in every pore
upon my naked flesh
your touch is every secret
that hides beneath your soul
and your love paints me
the most beautiful picture
that I’ve ever seen
Raindrops
*Photo is my own*
in the gentle embrace
of morning’s caress
a solitary flower
makes its presence
its delicate petals wide open
revealing the life it holds
each slender curve
and exquisite detail
speaks of nature’s artistry
beauty that flourishes
in even the humblest
corners of existence
raindrops
like liquid diamonds
cling to the flower’s velvety surface
suspended in time
they glisten like precious memories
captured in nature’s fragile vessel
each beautiful drop
holds a story of its own
bearing the weight
of whispered secrets
gathered during long conversations
between petals and breeze
Weathered Bench
*Photo is my own*
time stretches
like a fragile thread
as I sit alone
on this weathered bench
in these moments
of suspended existence
I find myself caught
between the past and present
the ticking of the clock
becomes a resounding echo
amplifying the echoes
of my thoughts
each second
a drop in the hourglass
falls with a measured cadence
and I wait patiently
for the arrival of that someone
who promises
to breathe life into my silence
Ink and paper
in the realm of ink and paper
I seek solace in the rhythm
as the thoughts slowly find
the tips of my fingers
with words as my palette
and metaphors as my guide
I embark on a journey
where love and poetry meet
like a gentle breeze
on a summer’s eve
love softly whispers its tune
caressing the depths of my soul
I dip my quill in passion’s ink
and let the verses flow
it’s there I see you
upon these empty pages
and as the breath of life
passes through my layers
pieces of you
of me
of us
will be forever written
inside this heartbeat of mine
Eternal last dance
it was the final dance
the waltz of destiny
enticing two souls to embrace
sharing the fleeting moments
they had left
the pull was undeniable
the world around them blurred
fading into the background
as their bodies moved
in perfect harmony
their steps whispered a story
each twirl and dip
was a cherished memory
engraved in the hands of time
and as the final notes
of their dance drew near
their souls entwined
in an eternal dance
a silent confession of a love
that would forever remain
for in that final twirl
they had etched an indelible memory
a legacy of a last dance
that would forever
illuminate their souls
Hollow spaces
the gentle touch
of your hand
and the warmth
of your embrace
still lingers upon my skin
like phantom whispers
haunting the hollow spaces
that still live within
I close my eyes and surrender
to the tide of emotions
that wash over me
as I long for your voice
to dance upon my ears once more
time a relentless thief
has taken you away
and what we once shared
echoes in the silence
of the tears I cry
until we meet again
I’ll hold on to
to those small pieces
of your memory
and pray the universe
will answer my silent plea
Delicate ink
in the faded pages
of this old book
memories danced
in delicate ink
within those worn lines
the scent of a forgotten summer
hung in the air
mingling with the crisp pages
every turn revealed pieces
of a life once lived
etching the essence of existence
onto blank paper
it cradled whispered secrets
and the echoes of a soul
reaching for the infinite
and as the story unfolds
its final page beckons
reminding me
to savor the present
for it too shall become
just another memory
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