http://slow.writerscafe.org/BertoelMatador12 The original writings of author Berto en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062088 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I miss the mornings.The moment that I would find her there.Still with me,after the night's destructiveness.Dressed in a complete absence of fabric.Now, the fragile memories crumbleas I try to recall them.Random shards of claritysplinter in fragments when I try to gather them.They still catch the lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/1058669/ Curious. Cautious.Unable to escape the intrigue of your company.Like a moth orbiting brilliance. I am captivated by your allure,a paragon of delight and dynamism. My mind sparks,ignited by the rhetoric. Can I steal you away,to hear your thoughts on the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/984376/ As we walk together,I speak in circles,hunting for composureas though grasping at fireflies. Later this night, I pace alone.Sleepless, unsettled.No one hears, no one knows, but each star listens as my lipsmelt words of you upon the wind. Do you not kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/984374/ I must go.I can no longer sustain your danger.You are completely perfect for me.But I only annoy you,I yield rage upon your tongue.Hence, I take my leave of you.Benedick cried ' til all graces come in one woman, one woman shall not be in my grace'It is fulfilled.No one shall best you.And since .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/972699/ Please.Forgive my cowardice. I want to admit it.To myself and to you.I want to shout exuberantly.But I am mute.I only know a pattern of disappointment. Trust abandons me. I tried, in a detour, to allud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/950790/ You would not let me avoid you,I wanted to, but you stood right behind me,Impelling my body to concede to your orbit.I knew you were there.So did you.You waited for my bruised ego to accede to your recognition.do I forget? You called me a creep, told me to jump at the moon.Why are you back here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/928711/ One month.I avoided the heat of your rebuke.Found ways to detour your presence.Today you walked through my unlocked door.Unexpected. But very welcome.You talked of nonsense, hiding any hint of a smile.I spoke mindless chatter, hiding my dilation behind dark lenses.What is this game?We spark, ignite,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/914102/ My shoes are scuffed.The cuff of my pant leg is dirty.The nail under my ring finger needs trimming. I busy myself with a self-inventory,chronicling the nuances of my extremitiesto avoid having to look up. At you.To occupy my vision. Rather than drown again in the liquid depth of your soft .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/885031/ Why did you smile at me today?Magnificent piercing eyes.Don't you know how you melt me?Yesterday you asked me about her.I said I thought she was probably fine.And today you smiled at me.We once were more than smilers,until our fears devoured our ambitions.Or until one of us declared us dead.Now.We d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/827908/ You are inside my thoughts,within my bones,touching delicate nerves,like a bruised boxer being mashed against the ropes. In a crowded room,despite a thousand voices,you hear me conspicuously,but only when I ignore you.As if in those moments that I'm off my knee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/824671/ I evaporated when you told me.You met someone.Propelling blood through my heart like a cannon.I'm left with a misalignment of your autonomy.I restrain my retort,it's smoky truth scarring my throat.I must quench my thirsty hand,prose as a poisonous sip,ink as proxy for blood.Only my toes grasp the ed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador12/823673/