Artist: Edward Robert Hughes

Unspoken Thoughts

His writing dances on the page
In the rhythm of her heart

Her eyes pull in the words
As they play in her mind

She momentarily stops
Wonders if he knows

These words – yes, these words
Her unspoken thoughts

Breathlessly, she smiles
Feels him flow within

Her fingers carefully trace over the letters
The texture of his writing tingles

Yes, these are her unspoken thoughts
And he … heard … gave them life

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Impossible Beauty

with a single glance
her impossible beauty
takes his breath away

Michael

Artist: Christine Comyn

Thoughts of Him

finger to her lips
she stares out of her window
lost in thoughts of him

Michael

Artist: Taras Loboda

Personal Blanket

She wanders absently in the house
Cold silence echoes off the walls

Her fingers grasp the material firmly
As she folds the covers around her

She holds tight to his promised words
‘I’m your personal blanket – always’

She stops – breathes deeply in his familiar scent
Feels his warmth slowly sooth her worries

She pulls him tight around her body
Sits on the edge of the bed

She knows he will return – he has to
She sits – anticipating – waiting – drifting…

She feels his presence long before she hears him
Her skin electric as he enters the room

She wonders if this is part of a waking dream
The words escape her lips, ‘Are you really here?’

His arms surround her as he kisses the words
‘Your personal blanket – always’ – his smile on her lips

Michael

Artist: Pino Daeni

His Touch

she feels his thoughts flow
in the rhythm of her heart
his touch still lingers

Michael

Artist: Daniel F. Gerhartz

His Touch

the play of his words
tease the surface of her skin
she smiles at his touch

Michael

Artist: Christine Comyn

A Breath Away

With her back to the open bedroom window, Kristen felt the warm summer breeze wash over her exposed shoulder. She stood motionless for several moments – waiting for something – not quite sure what. The breeze seemed to stir her thoughts – almost carry them away. She felt herself struggle to hang on to them – distant thoughts of him.

She wondered ‘does he feel me wearing ‘the’ red dress – my left shoulder exposed just so – at this very moment?’ She smiled sadly at the thought – at the game they played. He’d guess what color dress she would wear for him that day. Somehow he always seemed to know. She knew this particular dress was his favorite – and even though black was typically her preference, it had become hers too.

For some reason Kristen decided to wear it today – after storing it away for so long. It almost felt like he had selected the dress for her – a premonition perhaps? She resisted the urge to turn around – to look out the window, expecting to see him coming up the path – as he had so many times before. She felt a deep sigh escape her.

As if awakening for a moment, the open box at the foot of her bed came into focus. The clothes – his clothes folded neatly inside. She tried to remember why she had pulled the box out of the closet. And then it came back to her.

Another breath of air teased the surface of her shoulder. She instinctively shivered from the sensation of his touch. Her fingers traced along the outline of her shoulder – where his lips would be. His words played in her mind ‘I’m just a breath away, my love – always.’ She didn’t notice the first tear…

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Movement of Words

She sits … she waits… she wonders
Her hands nervously folded in her lap

She feels the movement of his words at play
They swirl around her … tease her senses

She thinks of the smile in his eyes
His thoughts previously unspoken

Her body resonates with the memory
His simple touch … tingles her skin

She waits … with breathless anticipation …
The sound of footsteps … ‘His’, she smiles

Michael

Artist: Christine Comyn

A Breath Away

the air – electric
she feels him – close, yet so far
just a breath away

Michael

Artist: Leonid Afremov

Below the Surface

He slides his arm around her
As they walk along the path

He smiles as he feels her hand
Slip into his back pocket

They walk in comfortable silence
Several moments pass between words

A casual breeze greets them
Rustles the leaves of the trees

They begin talking of little things
The words – light – inconsequential

He smiles with the growing awareness

The meaning below the surface of words
The interplay of their unspoken thoughts

She squeals as he pulls her closer
She knows … he just wants her near

Michael