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.

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