Daydreams…

lost in obscure, serpentine alleys of surreal daydreams, that engulf a moment like dew grasped within closing fronds of touch-me-not leaves, she sighs moist patches on the visage of clear window panes. her imagination is a gossamer veil akin to mist of winter's threshold, that drapes some instant that plays truant from realms of reality, …

Rendezvous of Desire

his passionate gazeunder half-lidded eyes,caresses feminine contoursakin to hourglass,as fingers of cool breezefondle petals of rose thatbask in pouring tequila sunshine.she is unawareof the sensual scrutinyof mute, palpable desire,but he wants her to read hissentiments of loveand softly whispers her nameinto ears of gregarious breezeand fluid disjointed syllablesreaching her make her turntowards him in query.as …

Apparition of Truth

A phantasm or a figment of fertile imagination floating in recollection, a vivid picture vision from fairy tales at ungodly hour of three when tired clock’s hand somnambulate pendulum dozes off to enter Somnus’ realms, moon is sleepy and stars yawn in lethargy, pall of silence enshrouds sleeping Rhea. I felt breeze’s vague whisper and woke …

Alleys of Haunting Solitude…

Wearing cloak of grey quietude in solitude I wistfully gaze at paired magpies chirpily celebrating their amorous togetherness, my nose pressed against panes of window of intrigue. I envy vines that entwine in the embrace of oak’s dependability, yearning fills me as butterflies whisper sweet nothings to unfurling rosebuds, or as beauty of togetherness blends …