for Mark and Cat whose wedding would have been tomorrow
but will instead be another day
We’re sorry that lockdown has got in the way
of the planned celebration for your special day.
No feasting or speeches or exchanging of rings,
but thoughts and good wishes and virtual things.
Raising our glasses to you as is the fashion,
just a sip or two since our booze is on ration,
to toast to the future when, come what may,
you’ll have a good one, despite the delay!
Photo credit: Tom the Photographer on Unsplash and clipart.com
Wherever you go, know
I will watch out for you.
No, don’t look back!
Your future lies ahead.
Live it out, live it well
Be free, be happy!
Don’t turn around!
You’ll break the spell.
Know, my love
that I will be waiting
Until we meet
on the other side.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #20 photo prompt.
Image credit: Akshay Premjith, Pixabay
My love, how did I come to lose you?
You, the one to whom
I cleaved my heart, my soul
for all time.
Just a trace of you remains:
a hint of your scent in the clothes
you left behind.
Come back my love, so I can hold you again.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #16 photo prompt.
Photo credit: ‘Reflections’ by Yunus Emre Uzun
All alone in the
big brass bed
You’re late, my love!
Your body craves,
with unfulfilled desires.
Where are you, my love?
A door bangs
A shutter creaks
He has come.
You are the moon
He is the night
You shine in his darkness
Engulfed by his touch,
slave to the rhythm
of his dance.
Later, in the empty bed
Was he really here?
Two ruby red droplets
on your pillow.
The legacy of his love.
How her heart fluttered at the very thought of him. This beautiful, wonderful man: tall, dark and handsome with olive skin and deep, probing brown eyes. She couldn’t believe that he’d chosen her. Never had she been so truly, madly, deeply in love. Her life was perfect. Complete.
Cliché after cliché toppled her reason. He lit up her world; he made the sunshine brighter, made her weak at the knees with a look. He made the earth move for her. Naughtily, especially with that tongue of his. She blushed at the thought. With total abandon he’d loved her and she’d loved him back. She’d explored every nook and cranny of his gorgeous, lithe, strong-limbed body. Felt the warmth of his breath, the strength of his heartbeat. The intimate tingle, that lingering consummation, together so perfectly ravished.
He was her perfect hero.
Such a shame she had only made him up.