Love is never truly lost, sometimes it hides for awhile, like a treasure in a drawer you forgot you had. Then it's remembered at exactly the right time, when it's fully realized.

Happy Saturday Everyone!

A subtle touch of sweet perfume, a laugh left hanging like a flavorful wine. A toss of her dark tresses and her plan moves forward. ​Casting her gaze across the crowded room— a silent, sparkling lure thrown in the water drawn slow through the space between them, waiting for him to nibble and take the bait. #OurPoetryX #flavorful #vss365 #lure #prompts

the metallic rasp of fleshly gears scrapes through the walls rasp moan roar night casts its lure his sleep is hooked by both ears fog and lamplight drape themselves across his shoulders as he walks his insomnia on a leash #vss365

RT @ardentreflexion: waking up to find your legs covered in mystery bruises is always fun, because you can claim that you got them the sexy…

We sat beneath the canopy of day and lied about being happy. The tea went cold between us. You spoke about next summer. I knew better, but let you. Lies are kindness when the truth has nowhere to go. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

He once hiked up to the top of the #mountain and from there saw all the places he didn't want to go. #vss365

Siren song lures sailors from ship sinking, into sea's sound. Siren's stroke sends them into pulsing pleasure. Ocean's gift: breathless rapture. #vss365 #lure

blue sail of a moon the long cloud's unfurling a ribbon of dream

She blooms without witnesses keeps her tenderness behind quiet doors lets affection move softly like light through curtains no applause no spectacle only the small sacred ritual of remaining gentle after the world has given her enough reasons not to be

Her hair held the afternoon shine as it rested against his arm. They watched the waves reach the rock creating seafoam leaping to the sky like so many lies cascading down. She leaned further into his chest smelling him, tasting the salty sea, knowing the truth of his body. #prose

He casts through the day No fish find his shiny lure Dusk folds in the net Still beneath the evening sky He carries home the silence — Rishi #poetry #tanka #vss365

forgetting the colour of your a f t e r n o o n i turn my back on the sun

#vss365 #lure Her sweet nectar trails, He was lured by the temptress, Trapped by the pitcher. #haiku 📸 AI

I set down a plum and reach for the word bruise. Its skin gives under my thumb. Juice darkens the page. I cross out bruise. The mark stays.

Colours of a blue jay

The harshest truth is knowing exactly what should be said, what deserves to be said, and realizing you no longer have the energy to say any of it.

His satin cloak sewn from shadow trails the forest floor, leaves cling— he's seen. #haiku