Your reflection in a mirror.

Standing close to me,
your fingers carefully touching my naked shoulder.
I feel you behind me.
And I smile.

Your name flashing on my screen.

When you write me a simple note.
It´s starts with HI, but ends with darling.
I feel your love.
And I smile.

Your face in a picture frame.*

Image of those happy moments
when you were watching me with that expression.
I felt your eyes bore into my soul
And I couldn´t help but smile.  

When you are close to me
I smile everytime.
Do you know why I call you
my SUNSHINE?

My eyes kept wandering to his forearms, his wrists, the space between his fingers.
My mind seeking hidden messages in his gestures, secret poetry between his fingertips.
But his hands were empty and my mind overflowing.
I looked in between the lines but my eyes could not distinguish the subtle hints of his voice.
In the end, he never gave me any indication he used to like me.
But my mind never stopped going back and forth between now and then. Between here and there.
I am afraid I flew through time by myself. He never followed. Never wondered where I went in a breath, a lost stare.
My friend asked me if I felt anything.
I don't think the feels every left.
They just wander around with no place to go.

Lovely mornings, evenings, nights our hearts took flight
Laughing ceased as sighs increased.

Wafts of sensual sweet smells rose.
Bodies, curved in writhing poses glowed.

Cares lost in arousing touch, lingering fingers longed for
Secrets, shared in sacred sighs and wanton lies.

Arching union quivered and quaked.

I whispered then and will again
Stilettos are not made for walking,

Their soul purpose, freeing our rising desires,
Feeding rapturous tinglings of sensual ecstasy.

And as you so lightly traced my skin,
All I felt was your longing for the flame that once so relentlessly licked your fingers.
That passion that had ignited your lust,
was now smokey embers of a dying fire too damp to ever be relit.

I wish
my fingers
were his.
I don't think
about him,
my fingers do -
Touching me in places
I wish
only he did.

You were supposed to be my forever
My heart ached for you
I was was blinded the moon
Never looking deeper into the clouds
My thoughts were birds
Pecking my fingers
Letting the ivory bone show through
I knew then
That it wasn't meant to be
That I was trying to feed my starving soul
With paper
And I cut to let my desires bleed out
Until a different pair of fingers
Brushed my skin.

Your brows furrow as you play,
trying to cage what’s written on the page:
a melody you could hold between your fingers
if only they would stop stumbling and do as they’re told,
which they do, because as the minutes tick on,
I hear the notes slowly become a song.