#23. Tell Me Where The Hope Lives

#23. Tell Me Where The Hope Lives

You touch my cheek

and cup it in your

warm and big hands.

I lean into you

responding to your touch

after so long.

But I hesitate and

pull back.

Your hand doesn’t move

and I look at you.

Something in your expression

I think it was your eyes

makes me cry and smile

at the same time

and you pull me to you

hold me tight

and whisper a promise

in my ear.

“Never again.”


#24: Temptation between my teeth

#24: Temptation between my teeth


You need little naughty in life, fictional or not.

I drag my fingers across

the surface, collecting dark substance

on my fingertips.

She watches my,

carefully, and gauges my expression as

I put them in my mouth,

moan with the pure pleasure

of having to taste

the best chocolate ever made.

Picture credits: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2585441/Go-naughty-Quetzalcoatls-chocolate-cake.html


#23: The sheets remember you

#23: The sheets remember you

I feel your absence


In the air around me,

In the bookshelf where your books lay


In the bathroom sink, where all your toiletries

sit half full and unused.

In the kitchen, where all your baking supplies

gather dust.

In the dusty cable TV.

In the curtains.

In the two-seater sofa.

In the balcony, where we sat and read.

In our bed, next to me.