Artist: Laura Lacambra Schubert

Texture of His Words

She curls up with his book
Opens her well-worn copy

His writing dances on each page
In the rhythm of her breaths

Her fingers slowly conduct along
Play with the texture of his words

She feels him ripple through her
She pauses – smiles – breathless

Listens as his voice whispers within
Forming the shape of her thoughts

She sighs – they are her thoughts
She wonders – how does he know

Michael

Artist: Leonid Afremov

Waiting

Waiting…

A certain moment in play
He feels the rhythm of her heart
Lake waves slowly kiss the bank
Leaves dance and laugh in the breeze

Waiting…

A certain moment in play
Red cardinals play tag along the bushes
Squirrels scurry down the trees
His fingers idly drum on the park bench

Waiting…

A certain moment in play
Her spot empty next to him
Yet, he knows she must be near
Finally, he hears a familiar rustling

Waiting…

A certain moment in play
Her delicate fingers trace over his
Her delicious smile upon his lips
“Waiting for me?’ she teases

“Always”, he smiles pulling her close

Michael