http://slow.writerscafe.org/navonodkirtap The original writings of author Patrick Donovan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046067 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This cold fallmorning, this golden-brown fragile leaf fallen from its home, crumbles in my hand.I can not hold it gently enough. This cold fallmorning,this warm handnow chilled and trembling,struggles to understandwhy leaves crumble so when held. Thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1091654/ Sacred sword againstmy chest,tongue of steel,sharpand cutting,speak to me tonightof wounded heartsin the struggle forlove’s favor. Who wins?Who looses?Who leaves?Who stays? And who dies aloneforsaken on this holygr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1086013/  I’ve known lovewhen it was cold,when it was warmand when it was sharpenoughto amputate my limbs when I needed to bewhole. I’ve known fleshwhen it was warm, when it was coldand when it was softenoughto capture me in pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1086009/ I amalone in this dark place;thiswinter solstice of the soulwhereonce I came as a child,innocentand accepting,readyto save the world. Now itenwombs meinthe cold winter of my self-doubt. Thereare no colored lights here,noyuletide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1079695/ Dark-brown arthriticlimbs crack the silver-grey horizonwith their bent, wintered-woodreminders of their struggle to survive.Raped by the seasons,they are left naked and exposedto the elements oftheir despair and the chilling windsof their self-doubt.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1079691/ This glass of wine isempty now.Its bottom stainedred with the bloody remnantsof a fruitfulendeavor forgottenby the very lipsthat kissed its body.They’re filled now, content now,intoxicated nowfrom love’s passionand have no need form.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1079687/ This night; this deep, still, dark ocean of a night;This endlessrepository ofmemory and dreamcalls out to me…screams to me with a vengeanceto remember. I pretend to hear...pretend to listen...pretend to know.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1079684/  So far from Doe Baywe’ve comesince that dusky,July evening when I first staredtransfixed into your fiery greeneyes while your slender, naked,nubile body slipped seductivelyinto the hot tub of my anticipation  on that secluded Northwest Isl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1079679/  This intimate space that breaths betweenus,its rhythm so deepand steady,familiar as a lover'sbreathin the stillness ofthe night;it wakes me with such softnessand sooths me with such fury. It inspires me withyou...inhales me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1040519/ His train arrives at midnightfrom a town you think you know.He told you to meet him sharp at twelveand you know you want to go.So you take the dress you've been saving so longfrom a closet of antique clothes.You fix your hair and you paint your eyes and you wonder if he knows.It's getting late .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1036902/  In the deep earth of my soulI embrace you.In that hot core of flaming desiredeep within my being,I melt you and mix you,form you and shape youover and overinto the molten magnificenceof my erotic hunger for you.And then,I erupt with you,I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1015938/ The sound of skin seduces silencein the stillness of the night as thesilken,sibilant,sensuouswhisper of your body calls to mine;(flesh to flesh, heaving and swelling),“The sweat of your love is life to my soul.Open my door and half be my whole.”  And then I replywith the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1015400/ Long time the rain,water-wet reasonsof a love that you've worked for.Like a drop in the bucketit's over now.And the warped-wood retreatof mildewed memoriesleaks on you headwith the drip,drip,drippingof every intercoursethat dampened your bed.Now there you stand,soaked to the bone,a shivering sarcasm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1015395/ Tonight I am on trialfor the beauty of your love.They claim I felt you naked.But I swear I wore a glove.And so I’ve pleaded guiltyin this holy court of laws.judged by introspectionsand convicted by my flaws.They say you were imprisonedby my lustful cruel desire,to see your body nakedin all its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1015389/ This space between us,intimately conversant,has suffered too longits poetic anemia.Iron-deficientwithout the meat of literary dialogue,we have been limping throughlife's hemorrhagic eventswith seductive fatiguesearching for a rhyme or reasonfor having no reasonable rhyme.Enough, I say!I am your hunt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1015387/ I woke this morning alonewithout my lover.In her place I found the crumbsof what I lost.She is gone to see her familyin the desert.I am left to pay the pricefor what it cost.Love can be a crimewhen its entangledin the barter of a lifetimefor one night.It’s a trade we maketo keep ourselves in b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/navonodkirtap/1015384/