As soon as I step in that room, I recognize the space. (…) The floors haven’t changed. They are still covered in the same antique cement tiles, where shades of blue, black and grey are shaping infinite graphic designs overlapping squares and interlacing stripes.
“Where do you go when you’re lonely? Where do you go when you’re blue? Where do you go when you’re lonely? I’ll follow you, When the stars go blue. “
Copper limbs and broken ribs Stone cold glance in one last stance Another creature falls under human arson.
Intoxicated by the proximity Of their waltzing bodies Dancing without ever touching. Under the spell of her scent… He is transported…
Tears are running down my cheeks as I write this poem. (…) I realize that everything I am writing, I have said to you already But never enough, never that way.
Strengthened by time, their bond will resist. Nothing will waver his confidence, He knows she expects the best from him… …and vice versa.
Poetic worlds inspire. Wise words that sing to you like you have known their melody all along. Words so simple and direct that they resonate at your core instantly, their message imprinted at the back of your mind for days and days to come.
Her words draw upon our imagination and build connections with our own experiences. She views nature and the world around her as a companion, a mirror in which she sees her own aspirations.
Walking up the river stream, water gently splashes on my limbs. With a light pep in the steps I hum and turn around, encouraged – I hear you laugh and whistle along. I smile. To you I feel connected.
No matter what I do My mind keeps going back to you Make me dance in the blaze of that bonfire Make me twirl, whirl under the light of stars
When I think of you My heart flutters Beats unexpected rhythms My phone beeps It is you Cheeks fire up Heart burns When I read Even the simplest words You affect me In ways I did not expect Surprise me At every turn