“Hello Afrael.” “Hello Sir Dragon, Yeon.” “Why so formal Afrael? Your lips forget what they have kissed,” said Yeon, smiling broadly. “You were not in that form,” said Afrael. His cheeks took a slightly redder hue but his eyes remained fixed. “Would you prefer this?” asked Yeon, shapeshifting into a tall middle aged half elfContinue reading “That Which Lay Beneath”
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If I Could Not Touch You
If I could never touch you again, I’d lose my will. I could not go, on or through. I’d crumble where I stood. Who could stand such cruelty? Who would do such a thing? How could I stand to look at you, knowing my hands could not feel your body again?I’d remember the feel ofContinue reading “If I Could Not Touch You”
Flower Waiting
Petals closed in sleepWinter winds over the groundFlowers hibernateWaiting for spring sunTo awaken sleeping eyesClimb up through the groundSay hello to warmthSay hello to new sunshineSay goodbye winterFlower waiting sleepsTo awaken in the spring This is from a dVerse prompt: So today, I’d like you to pen us a poem that includes some form ofContinue reading “Flower Waiting”
Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime
Marveling at a love so fairI hold her hand in mineHer eyes meet me where I amA love true, pure and divineWhich makes our wicked loving ways sublimeFlirtatious flutters of her lashes,Lashes of her whip tailed witCut deep, so sweet, so many times;I look so forward to it.Marveling at a love so fair.Her skin soContinue reading “Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime”
I yam who I yam
How do you keep silentOn a cold winter’s dayLike the snores of a snakeHibernating in some forgotten hole?Do you bury your head? A gopher in a field or Perhaps an ostrich in the sand,Your head buried like treasure.It’s the polite thing to do,To say nothing,When inside your head Spins a running commentaryLike a golf tournamentAnnouncerContinue reading “I yam who I yam”
Winter or Spring
Imaginary/Lines that make borders seem realCommunication“So what did it say? More winter or early spring?”“Which one?”“What do you mean which one? The little rodent in the ground. Pops out, sees his shadow, boom, more snow or doesn’t and bam, sunshine and flowers. The groundhog.”“Yes but which groundhog? The Canadian or the American?”“What do I careContinue reading “Winter or Spring”
Dream Woman
Dreams of her that’s all they ever wereThe only dreams I ever hadShe, her, the female formHer body, eyes, curves, smileForm my every sleeping thoughtDriving down a road slick with rainDangerous curves, yeah that’s herRunning through a desert Panting with desire For just a drop of moistureToo much a simile for me To not seeThatContinue reading “Dream Woman”
Our Only Family Road Trip
Simple trip, kids & I,Not so simple after all,Once we stopped for lunch.Familiar landmarks,Seen for the first time.The same restaurant lunch.Then the tire went flat.Hours waiting only to be led on a chase.Our only family road trip. This is for a dVerse prompt: So, for this Monday quadrille prompt, as you may have all guessed,Continue reading “Our Only Family Road Trip”
America Again
Let America be America again.Let it be the dream it used to be.Let it be the pioneer on the plainSeeking a home where he himself is free.From ‘Let America Be America Again’ By Langston Hughes (I’m not America though I used to be, but America was never me)Make it great again. Great at what? GreatContinue reading “America Again”
Snow Day
Cold as a witch’s teat The phrase never made sense to meBut the white powdery snow made for a pretty sceneWhite as a lamb’s woolI suppose if you kept it insideThe snow lay upon the ground like a baby’s blanketQuiet as a church mouseThe winter landscapeMuted by flakes of snow piled one upon the otherEverythingContinue reading “Snow Day”
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