Landscape And Poetry

I slither my hand towards hers



I slither my hand towards hers. I felt her fingertips touching mine, I laced my fingers over to hers as our palms kissed each other. It was a perfect fit, like her hand was meant for mine. Nothing more serene than holding a girl’s hand as if we were connected by a single touch. I leaned over and gave her … Read more ...

Landscape And Poetry

Imagine Loving Life

bald mountain view rondaxe firetower

I do not know if she ever loved me. I do not know if the cuddling with a warm blanket, the soft kisses, and gentle smiles ever meant anything to her. I do not know if the dinner dates, the movies, nor the walks in the parks were moments she would remember. I do not know what she thought of … Read more ...

Landscape And Poetry

It was a quiet afternoon



It was a quiet afternoon at a local coffee shop.

 

Her: *telling a story about her fun day*

Me: *smiling*

Her: “So we went to this place and …..”

Me: *smiling*

Her: *continues telling her story*

Me: *smiling*

Her: “You have this cute smile. Is there something on my face?”

Me: “Oh, I didn’t even know I was  smiling. … Read more ...