http://slow.writerscafe.org/wildfleour The original writings of author Wildfleour en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964374 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lovely tokens of our newfound affection you have gently placedat my glass doorThese little copper chimes are sweetly linked with trinketsof warm amber and cool turquoisedecorating my wristsdancing in the breezeThe bells ring brightlyand the trees' branchesecho .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/1324772/ The whitewashed wallsneeded reinventingnew bones waitingfor a splash of colorto be revealedunder the chipped plastercraving the tender touchof an artist with visionwho could hold an endless palettesee the womanin a field of lotus flowersthe dragonfly taking flightfrom the palm of heroutstretche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/959077/ The sky opens up to reveal the milky moon draped in theblue velvet and glitter of the nightI ponder upon the etherwhat words will drop into my mindfind their way through my heartthread a winding path into my fingertipsto vibrate to the place where you areI wonder if you know howthe milky way is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/957202/ Sometimes painis necessaryexquisite inan infinite waymoving throughwith barbed wirein unexpected placesit splatters its crimson selfon whitewashed petalsand in the goodbyebares its teeth while smiling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/841067/ There are bothgentle and harshreminders of our timelingering and becomingthreadbare as each day passesfragments and images from a treasured photograph...My smile, my touch asI reached out to pull you infurther, deeper, fasterDo you forget those mercurial moments andcaramel luxuries we shar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/839556/ Let me feed youcrystallized sugarfrom the tip of my golden spoonI crave the tasteof sweet meltingon your tongueI will draw youin to my scentcloser to my breathwhile your glazed teeth lingerprecariously on the edgeof my candy coated lipswanting to nibble upon themto bite into the shell and swall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/839164/ I lost you that daydown by the riverIt was before the moonwas eclipsed by the earthand before I even knewit was the last sunsetwe would share as oneWithout my knowledgethe tide pulled youinto the black velvet skyyou had the wings of a crowand left without a traceof the person you once werethe man I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/837510/ I place each beadfrom my strand offire opals and pearlsbetween my teethto feel the handprintleft behind by youafter you carefullystrung this necklacearound my slender neckkissed the pulseslowly and sensuouslylet your fingers trail tomy throat and traced around each opal and pearlwhispering in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/836239/ If I open your handto look at your soft, pale, palmwhere lines etch the pathwaysof your very precious lifewhat will I find there?Maybe tiny sunflower seedswhich you can feed to meone by one or will youpool clover honey therefor me to gingerly tastewith my hungry tongue?Perhaps I will discovera small.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/831578/ Here where the heartis still raw and bleedswhere my polished and filed fingernails are stainedwith smokey black ink,the texture of my wordsrun like river water trippingover exposed muddy rocksI have no desire to controlmy rapidly beating carnate pulsenor the inundation of electrical currentrunn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/830969/ Inspired partially by a comment by my RibTwin, when she used the words "velvet knife". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/830723/ Here in this odd, quiet hourwhen the earth is stilldark and shaking off the coldI think of yourather curiouslyand wonder...What would have beenhad you survived another year as youwasted away with a steady heartbeat tethering you to the crisp white bedand the consistent memoriesth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/830096/ Inspired by the song, "The Civil Wars", by Poison and Wine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/827608/ Bee started as a poem and evolved into a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/820783/ So go ahead andsugarcoat it, Sugaract like your liesdid not sting my lipsthat you did not glazecoat me with confectionsprinkling all that sweet stuffall over my hungry lipsDamnWish I had noticed the bitter aftertasteThose lies clung to meto the soft red contoursof my very soulthe words stung and bru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/802361/ We dreamed of lofty thingsa tree home in the airwhere birds make their nestsand the noise from the world belowwould filter through bark and leavesnever penetrate our glassed havenwe would write, make lovelisten to the rain fall gentlywhile we giggled in childlike abandonBut we slipped and fellbefore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/802008/ The uncertainty of my stepsleaves an erratic trace of soundunder my bare solesI don't know where I'm goingor how to retrace backto the place on the sidewalkwhere we stopped playingtick tack toe-siesThe bright cherry red polishwas out of place on gray cementbut I didn't notice or understanduntil now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/801807/ Sorry I've been away for so long. I'm still recuperating. Need a gall bladder surgery this coming Friday and then hopefully all will be well again! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildfleour/801805/