It’s still my favorite January. The typical grey, cold nothingness hovered until the magic happened. You made the sun shine and flowers bloom — like only you could. Albeit fleeting, I’d do it all again. With you.
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.
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?