The warmth of your hand holding mine felt like coming home. For those few seconds I was exactly where I wanted to be — but knew I couldn’t stay.
I’m one of your most dangerous secrets. A guilty pleasure kept safely under the covers and silent as a lie. Be mindful of certain secrets, my dear. They want their story told.
The moment he admits he didn’t mean it and has no clue how it slipped out. He does not, in fact, love you and deeply regrets wrenching your heart until it broke.
O, the times I’ve tried to give you my heart, only to watch you raise an eyebrow turn, and walk briskly back to your life.
did you see the Moon early this morning? ripe and luscious and ready to burst — remember when I was just like Her?
This Cherita was written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday but I failed to read the guidelines carefully. This should have been written in Tanka, Haiku, Senryu, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poetry forms. Ooops! Here’s mine anyway: Calixta bewitched her men as they dreamt, making them burn and ache with desire; craving her touch, her warmth. They […]
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Did you know that you still make my heart flip and fly like a trapeze artist without a net?