Air Cocoon

In the darkness, I think of you, of your arms I will soon feel again. The void around me turns layers and becomes tangible. It is as if the particles of air were rising up along my lines to try and mimic your presence, recreating an illusion of your caresses in your absence. Advertisements

Destinées contrariées*

Intoxicated by the proximity Of their waltzing bodies Dancing without ever touching. Under the spell of her scent…  He is transported…

A Song of Sand and Water

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

Future

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

Tapping Shadows

“The storm is performing an ever-evolving rendering, A natural lullaby that entices me Away from a land of dreams. Immovably, ever so gently, I break free from slumber”

Lone Islands Crashing

She felt animated – her heart brimming with emotions, as if it were about to explode. The liquid joy coursing through her veins made her feel like she could take on the world.

Home

“She loved those in-between moments, where worlds join and make everything possible. Precious instants that merge dreams and reality, building bridges, creating links she could not even see before.”

Peaceful Pause

My thoughts are washed away – The sounds of the ripples Crashing on the shore,   A few rays of sunlight piercing Through the cloud mantle Hovering in the skies.

Crossroads

Eyes reach, meet shyly. Lips share soft words clumsily. Souls smile heartily.

Cycles

And it has started… Another year of alarm clocks ringing, Early showers flowing and waiting… For trains. I am stepping in

Misplaced Grip

Sometimes it feels like you are with me Out of misplaced duty, not out of want. You don’t owe me anything. You want out? Just go. I will be better off on my own Than with unrequited love gripping At my hand and clawing at my heart.

Divergence

She would grab the bull by the horns And tell him she needed to talk to him. She thought she had finally grasped The meaning of his “beware” warning.