Love – Page 12 – Words & Feelings

bloom.

you are one of those rare beings in front of whom I wish to bloom

I wonder who you are. Of course, I know – sort of – who you are. I know your name. I know your profession and where it is that you work. I know what instruments you play and where you live and what your email address is, and I even have your number. I knowContinue reading “Wondering.”

Gold nuggets.

It was strange, how predictable the future could be; yet, how it could also surprise her in so many ways. She had expected them to sit side by side on the couch, with chilled beverages in hand. In fact, it was almost like what she’d predicted: a lively discussion whilst outside, the Saturday sun wasContinue reading “Gold nuggets.”

the future kiss.

My mind wanders to the memory of the sight of your lips – I must have looked at them a lot the other night. They were a light shade of pink, and almost matched the colour of your shirt. They seemed firm and gentle at the same time, and they were so lovely because youContinue reading “the future kiss.”

if time is a bird …

If time is a bird, you are the wings that help it fly.

Perfect.

It was perfect, for I would live it all again, exactly the same way. The same conversations at the same time; the same distance and then the same closeness of our bodies as I hesitantly sat closer to you, and you let me be there near you. I would not change the manner in whichContinue reading “Perfect.”

Living.

It is quiet between us, and the parking lot is empty, save for a car in a corner (yours). I relax in my seat, sliding my hands under my thighs to keep them warm. I have said all that I wanted to say to you, I think. It is getting late and I should probablyContinue reading “Living.”

Before the conversation.

“I’m going to tell you everything,” said she after taking a deep breath. They were sitting on the couch in the living room. It was way too hot to go outside, though they had considered going for a walk like in the good old days. One window was open to let in the breeze, thoughContinue reading “Before the conversation.”

The ritual.

With a swift movement of the hand, she cut off the thread. There, it was done now, ready for its death. She looked down fondly on her craft as she held it between her hands. It was a thing, a love-heart shaped thing (at least, supposedly), filled with foam to give it volume. The shapeContinue reading “The ritual.”

as it should be.

i remember telling myself to remember:my bare skin against your bare skin;my body, limp with relief;the desire to go nowhere,but to bathe in the present,and sink blissfully into it.i remember telling myself to remember,for in this moment,the world was exactly as it should be.