Nine o’clock. Despite the (relative) earliness of the hour, she could see that Bertie was getting tired. His eyes were beginning to show that glazed look, and his attention was wandering. “Are you ready for bed, sweetie?” she offered. He shook his head. “No, I’m going to the night shift by the day after tomorrow. I need to start keeping later hours.” If that was his goal, they’d started on the wrong foot. They’d spent all...

The night air is thick with your memory, time tugs at the folds of life' s robe, your words remain in some part of my mind, and I remember our brief hours of joy. We searched different paths,that's all. Perhaps you will also remember our story and perhaps you will just choose to forget. It matters not now,all is immaterial at last, I have arrived at my own crossroads and I see a half hidden,untrodden road. And while you v...

I'd never thought it would end this, I'd never thought we would part, I never thought of time as an enemy, I'd never thought you would leave me. Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking, just to escape, just to hide, just to go. You did not know me that well, I guess, just one word would have been enough, my love and desire are not based on chains, those are just props for enhancing foreplay.

She.   He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at the same time. The nature of her feelings for him drove her to him in ways others would not have thought possible. These others would maybe have felt asphyxiated by his demands but in her case, she glorified in them. S...

She wrote about him all the time, she never mentioned his name again, she wrote about her love and her lust, she wrote not taking any needed breaks. She just wrote about her sadness, about his absence and her bereavement, she wrote to extract all from memories, to erase him from her suffering mind, she wrote to welcome solitude at last. Still, it was no use, her memory revived him, her time with him became stronger, he wa...

Living by proxyin your mind,with just the promiseof my surrender.Living by proxyin my own skin,with just the memoryof a few encounters.Living by proxyin a fleeting timewith just the solitudeleft by your absence.  

In the old city of canals, of narrow winding streets, in the city of dark waters and bridges of mystery, there is a time when all stops and goes back to centuries ago... Trust me, in this beloved city I met you once, in times long gone, you loved me once and I let you go... I was foolish, still, I loved you so! In the old city of canals and bridges,  you and I loved each other furiously, with a passion that burned like ic...

I stood in the middle of the hotel room, waiting for the golden-haired beauty to leave the bathroom and join me. I had taken her out to the Westend as an early eighteenth birthday present. We had been to see Oliver tonight and tomorrow we were going to see Billy Elliot. Izzy loved the surprise but I could tell she was getting fed up with my slow approach to our relationship, she couldn’t believe I’d booked a room with one...

My soul stills, No waves of emotions. The waters are smooth, Without ripples.  There’s a softness, Yet sadness as well.The moon casts his shadow, Across the surface. Light breaking through, Still no movement.Just calmness. Will I drift into oblivion? Or feel the beating of my soul, Coming back, As the shore calls me home? Will the moon follow?Or concentrate, On what is still in the night? As I ponder, On what is, I call o...

I pray for a reason. As to why I continue to feel. I crave you, even still. I want a reason,  To all that we lost. How you held such power, owning my heart. You left without fighting. I guess you gave up, no longer needing me. An empty prayer cup. Others have tried, to reach where you owned. I tease and brush off, Not letting them know. Only you can heal, my shattered soul. No one else  Can warm this cold. I’m a broken an...

My mind racing... And it hit me the other dayAs I lay thereI recognized the thought of you right awayAnd it isn't fair. I felt you before I saw youIt always happened that wayEach time it felt newYou always knew just what to say. Our tryst was smouldering in its heatMuch like your touch against my skinYour eyes held a dark intensityThat matched your cocky grin. Your intoxicating scentThat always filled your embraceIt had a...

It was getting stupid, so I left,I was upset though, I wept.But I missed her, I missed her a lot,Should've thought what I had, what I had got. Maybe I was right, maybe I was wrong,It didn't matter, I left it too long.I kept looking in, as the months went by,I could see her, but couldn't say hi. I thought it was love, and I threw it away,I dreamt of her, meeting again some day.Twelve months on, and I'm in my car,I was thin...