Whispering Thoughts

The night closes in. People retreat, to love and laughter. Out there somewhere, you are still on vigil. Even though I yearn to be tucked in tight with you, sleep eludes me. Fear saunters by, gripping at the fringes of my mind, and the what-ifs weigh me down. So, I sit and gaze, aimlessly, at the screen of my phone, brave-half praying for the damned thing to ring so I can sleep to the lulling comfort of your voice, and the timid-half hoping it wouldn't buzz. Why, oh why, is it so hard to sleep without you by my side? Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Sleep

Verdant green springs laugh, in the courtyard of my home, leaves rustle in breeze. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #116 Home&Leaves

Slivers of your smile, in grooves and curves of my heart, I carry daily. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Carry

There's a part of you, perhaps one-quarter, that I refuse to share. With anyone! Even though I know I don't own you, I am still immoderately desirous of this one-quarter: that leaves infinite memories in my mind footprints on my soul, and smile lines on my face; solely and strictly for me. I unashamedly relish every single fibre of this one portion of your being. So much so that I could place an "exclusively reserved" tag on that countenance of yours. This one-quarter, I refuse to share for I love the creases it leaves on the bedspread of my heart. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Share

I like the aftertaste of your name lingering on my tongue, unsoured and unfermented. The way the syllables sound, poetic, almost melodic and long after the vibrations have stopped resounding, it still resonates, its redolent notes invigorating and conjuring the afterimages of your delicate and frail being beneath those carelessly worn gossamer garments, in muted shades, nothing too loud, save for your buoyant spirits, and that bold ruby pendant worn so nonchalantly. The aftertaste of your name, those four letters each caressed reverently, and spoken like a prayer every single time, lingers on my tongue. And it is my favourite flavor. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Your name here

Radiant embers, sunshine shattering shadows cast by the slate clouds. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #115 Clouds&Sunshine

Frog croaks, summons rain, like skin breaks out in goose flesh, such rippled shivers. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Frog