there is breath
when slumber takes me –
dreams beyond
this dream
constellations
riddled by the night
there are stars
where nothing glitters
but for memory
of blue –
another time
my wishes all for you
there are words
where none are needed
tracks upon my skin
poetry deciding me
to fate
shadows
where the window sits
open to the sun
touch to fill
the silence
before the morning
comes
. . .
The wisdom of Gen X women.
Source: 14 Things Every Woman Should Know By The Time She Turns 40 | HuffPost
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Suddenly
she realises
her pulse racing
her heart pounding
her mouth dry
her thoughts tumbling
over themselves
dangerously
that she
is the one he wants
that she
is his fantasy.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Michael Liepke
Written a few years ago. Yet sometimes relevant.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
~ William Shakespeare ~
__________________
He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.
Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.
Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The Reluctant Poet 