http://slow.writerscafe.org/zeraphim21 The original writings of author zeraphim21 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776200115 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He sat at my side with heavy sigh,Lacking his usual cruel flair,My eyes showed no interest in his appearance,As his words broke the silent air.What were you expecting of her?He spoke softly, his gaze watching mine,I shrugged, not knowing an answer to make,I got lost in a golden shine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1237667/ Burned in my memory, as the goldfades from sight,Another's hand held, another's armstonight,Response as appropriate not easilyforthcoming,The reality of the moment sending mysenses running. Romance I had called it, a rush ofpassions flame,Both beautiful, and te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1224253/ Nothing’s yours on easy terms,Wisdom from a lyrical poet,For once you’ve held it in your hand,Price known or not you owe it. He peers over my shoulder,With his usual gleeful stare,Waiting to make grand entrance,Planning his words with care. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1220833/ Her hair falls round my shoulder, Like a soft cascade of gold,My arm encircles her tightly,Refusing to release my hold A sigh of contentment escapesHer cheek warm to my hand,She leans in close against my touch,In this moment so unplanned An hour, a d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1217716/ "Music is the language of the heart," the wise man once said, and I nodded, having no disagreement. I hardly understood the import of his words, till entrance into adulthood made his meaning clear. Suddenly the emotions, the joys, the heartaches were too deep for words to truly express. My heart and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1211951/ Yellow spears cross the blue waste,The water glistens as diamonds-a light show,As it strikes the shore the waking sand,Reflects back with speckled glow. The prints lead down to waters edge, Then disappear beneath the foam,She stands and waits for morning light,He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1202544/ Surrounded by those I know, But into strangers eyes I gaze,As who I am becomes more distant, I look for escape in the midst of this haze. This ebb and flow I call each day,As life passes in its hurried way,Time becomes an enemy of all,The only result the strength.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1200878/ The melody flows, lilting, Round walls that hide the pain, Flowing around without harmony, With the ice of a chilling rain. The melody showed signs of warmth, Gentle laughter splashed at times, Breaking the pattern of icy notes, With a smile adding to the rhyme. The melody hid in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1198905/ A quickly written foundation for a poem. My thoughts on my personal bdsm experience. If it sounds foreign to you, or strange, to each their own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1193156/ A short, rambling poem from a conversation, when someone I care about, when it seems you always come in second choice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1013460/ Thoughts in something approaching coordination http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1010083/ Another fragment, some ideas thrown together I might finish at some point http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1009971/ A year-old story about the sexual experience with love. If you're looking for porn, look elsewhere. I would appreciate comments, as it is my attempt to communicate the storm of feelings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1009875/ An older poem, a bit more religious connotation than most of my others http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1009859/ Walking 'long the path                barefoot,Clay between our toes                unhurried,Nowhere to be   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1009857/ "Ilove you" lines slipped in, Soeasily they flow mid the din,Oflife, of talk, of noise,Theexpression of shattered poise, Heldtogether, each part, Thensuddenly distracting my heart,Thepieces fall out in a tumble,Feelingsflow free in a jumble,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1009855/ A tear slips down cross already stained skin,As I stand with head bowed before the table,Falling to leave a trail very thin,On a small box  inlined with sable.Its contents clink softly as I gently grasp a few, A hand quick to rise to wipe the next tear away,Then returnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1009853/ Sitting my mind wanders between waking and sleep,In the fog I see before me a dark shape rise,A monolith of stone rises, a keep,Not knowing why, somehow I know it defies,An urgent need to enter, to the gate I leap.The wood gives only a hollow thud to my pounding,My cries soun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeraphim21/1009851/