A heart can only break so many times before it numbs itself to pain, joy, love, sorrow. then all it can do is beat — until it doesn't.
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.
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 [...]