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

Artist: Daniel F. Gerhartz

Her Private Symphony

She wanders through the woods
Breathes in the familiar smells

Watches the sunlight filter through
Streams of light dance on the ground

She knows … her invitation to play
Instinctively, her fingers extend

As her hands conduct the breeze
Her private symphony – with him

She smiles – feels his touch
Wonders if he knows – how close

He closes his eyes – feels her
He smiles at the thought

Michael

Artist: Charles Dwyer

A Breath Away

A breath away
His touch hangs in the air

So close … yet so far
She stands impossibly still

Anticipating
Waiting

Michael

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: 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: 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: 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

Artist: Leonid Afremov

Mischievous Breeze

She folds her delicate hand in his
As they walk along the path together

Sunlight filters through the maple trees
In a dance with a mischievous breeze

Playfully casts light and shadow about

Shapes of hearts form on the ground
Beating in rhythm with their steps

He says nothing – yet she feels his smile
She remembers his words as they entered

“Watch for nature’s language of a smile”

Michael

Artist: Christine Comyn

Unspoken Promises

She languidly reclines back
Hands wrap around her knees
Relaxes – lets her mind drift

Her bedroom window open
A soft cool breeze flows in

Carries unspoken promises
Teases the surface of her skin

She thinks of his touch
She smiles that he knows

Michael