dusk to daybreak
by RJ Williams
When sleeps begins to escape you, between the still of dusk & daybreak. Tell me, do you think of me? Do you wish for a fleeting moment that it was me within your arms?
What would you do if it could be, If for an instant you could hold me, close enough to hear my heart beat or rest your cheek against my head, and whisper words, into my ear. . . ?
Would you then gaze into my eyes, foresee the passion at your reach? Would you allow our lips to meet, negating what we've both concealed?
Should I confess to my own musings, during the still of dusk & daybreak whilst slumber does evade my senses, and I dare wish against all reason that it was you who held me near . . . ?
What did you say
by RJ Williams
When the sky was turning blue, and I lay on that makeshift bed you’d made for us on the floor . . . what did you whisper in my ear? Your words, like the wind through an open window have vanished from my memory, yet my eyes still behold a vision of you, rising from our slumber, to kindle a dying fire. That moment is now as fleeting as a dream, but the warmth of your body next to mine, lingers . . .
Beach
by De Yanira Valverde
Blue skies
Humid breeze
Heated crystals
Flowing salt
Russet skin
Slow death
BIO: Deyanira, is the imaginary child of Tomas Ringold. Sometimes she spends time filling her wastebasket with bits and pieces of discarded thoughts, at other times, she writes poetry.


