“Not all stormtroopers are bad,” she said, coquettishly, while her legs circled, sort of like the trick of a lioness’ tail just before she pounces.
“I hope at least one of them is,” I dead-panned.
She giggled, “Only in a good way!”
Tag: relationships
Two in a crowd of strangers
I love how
In a crowd of 50,000 strangers
I can find
The one person I want to know
In a crowd of 50,000 strangers
I can find
The one person I want to know
And they can find me
Pic and a Word Challenge #3: Depth
I have explored
The depths of the people I love
And discovered profound beauty
The depths of the people I love
And discovered profound beauty
Still, there remain aspects unseen
Valleys undiscovered
Some never to be revealed
Amber on Red under Blue
We rolled up to Devil’s Marbles in the heat of the afternoon, the sun high and hot, the gravel parking lot kicking up dust with every step. Too hot to unpack. Too hot to clamber over the enormous stands of neatly stacked, smooth-edged boulders. Too far from Alice Springs to move on.
There was a little breeze, a few roofed camping platforms, so we parked ourselves beneath one while the ’79 Holden Gemini baked out in the sun.
Pic and a Word Challenge #2: Attraction
Zuhra noticed Tahir was still at his shop. She shuttered her own, the veils and headscarves already neatly tucked away for the night, and closed the clasp on the lock.
Waving goodbye to Patime, who sold baskets, Zuhra aimlessly made her way across the street, being careful to take in all the sights of the nearly closed marketplace before innocently stopping outside Tahir’s shop.
A trick of the tail
There was something feline
In the way she looked at me
In the way she looked at me
Graceful intensity
Un-self-conscious confidence
Self-conscious presence
A stillness in her
Like the stutter between stalking steps
Like the moment before the pounce
The Fog of Love
Continued from Enveloped.
I feel her, on the other side.
Know she is there.
Waiting.
Know she is there.
Waiting.
Impatiently.
A mother knows these things.
And daughters always think they know better,
When they hardly know themselves.
I love the man.
She never understood that.
He is derisive,
Angers easily.
Beacons
Our best friends illuminate
What we cannot see
Like beacons in the night
To keep us off the rocks
What we cannot see
Like beacons in the night
To keep us off the rocks
Honour them
When the sun rises
And their guidance
Is no longer required
On time as a healer of precious love
When I look back at that breakup
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again
Like paper
Cutting flesh
The Turquoise River
She looked at the long, thin meandering crack trailing down the foundation wall like a coursing river. She felt compelled to trail her finger over the length of it, feeling the raspy turquoise concrete, cool under her fingertip.
“I’ll have to go get some sealant,” her husband had told her.
“But that will ruin the paint,” she replied, with an emotion that surprised her. “I don’t have any more.”
“You have to fix it before it gets out of hand.”
“But it’s such a small crack!”
He paused.
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