Artist: Vincent Van Gogh

Cafe Glance

He quickly glances up and down the old cobble stone street
Lost in thoughts of her, absently traces the lip of his glass
She will walk by the café … their café … any minute now

On such a perfect night, with full moon in play
He thinks of her impossible beauty in motion
Lost as always in her smokey brown eyes

He thinks of the rhythmic sway of her fingers
Her sensual private dance with the breeze
She invites him to join her … he feels it

He sees her skirt sway as it flirts across her knees
Each step towards him takes his breath – anticipation
She extends her hand to him … her touch – electric

She will walk by their café … any minute now
He repeats the thought as he notices the shadow
Followed by her brilliant smile as he looks up

He’s completely entranced by her
From just one café glance…

Michael

Artist: Unknown

Just Words

She looks up expectantly from her journal
‘Footsteps?’ … she thought she heard footsteps

She waits in silence … straining to hear the footsteps
Only hears the quiet whisper of the breeze against her skin

She sighs as his shadow teases the edges of her mind
She wonders – she hopes – he will come … he has to

She feels her pen move before the words form in her mind
As they appear in her journal, she wonders ‘are they just words?’

Her words weave the story – their story – together on the pages
She smiles at the flow – the connections – the possibilities

…

The chill of the breeze awakens her from writing
She reluctantly looks at her watch – so late for him to come

She waits in silence … feels the beating of her heart
Only hears the quiet whisper of the breeze against her skin

With a long sigh, her fingers caress the journal as she closes it
Almost afraid to disturb the magic – or let the words escape

Rising from the park bench, she feels the journal warm in her hand
Her other hand plays with the fringes of the red scarf he gave her

Suddenly wondering if her mind is playing tricks, she hears something
‘Footsteps?’ … yes she is sure she hears footsteps – his footsteps

Michael

Photographer: Daniel E. Johnson

Just Because

‘Just because’ …
She feels the words roll off her lips
She smiles as they escape into the crisp autumn air

She strolls absently through the park
Feels the embrace of trees all around her
Brilliant flashes of red, orange, and yellow greet her

She rounds the familiar bend in the path
She dares to slow her pace – breathless
Anticipating his smile

The bench comes into view
‘Our bench’, she sighs
Empty now, except for fallen leaves

A cool breeze brushes past her – she feels him
She plays with the fringed edges of her red scarf
A surprise gift … ‘just because’ he said

The memory makes her smile – makes her happy
She sighs, brushes the leaves aside and sits
She knows she has to write – to him

She pulls out her new writing journal
Pristine and waiting for her words
She starts ‘Just Because’ …

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Nature’s Breath

She reclines on the edge of the beach
Feels the smooth softness of the sand

She extends her right foot forward
Feels the waves wash over her leg

She extends her left foot forward
Feels nature’s soothing rhythm

She watches the clouds in the horizon
Feels mischievousness in their movement

She watches them tease the water’s surface
Feels a connection to nature’s playful moment

She smiles as memories of him surface
Feels the sensation of his breath on her skin

She wonders if he is thinking of her now
Feels his answer with each soothing wave

Michael

Artist: Brad Kunkle

Escapes Their Lips

she stands alone in the room
thoughts of him envelop her

his hands playing along her sides
the feel of his lips along her neck

her body quivers merely at the thoughts
her fingers absently trace along her neck

her longing for him builds as she waits
she knows he must be near – she feels him

she starts to turn as she hears his footsteps
‘not yet’, his voice floats out as he enters

but, she can’t help it – she sneaks a glance at him
her desire building all day – too much to resist

he laughs, moves quickly behind her
his lips taste along her exposed neck

his hands play along her sides
as she melts against his body

‘i’ve been thinking of this all day’
escapes both of their lips

Michael

Artist: Leonid Afremov

Yes, He Knows

she walks through the woods, alone
lets her mind wander ahead, free

the chaos, the noise of the day fades
a calm breeze, thoughts of him return

she feels him, his spirit folds around her
her skin tingles, the sensation electric

‘does he know?”, she wonders aloud
his presence, his touch lingers still

the breeze picks up, engulfs her
branches wave, the leaves rustle

she stops, embraces the breeze
she smiles, “yes, he knows”

Michael

Artist: Ericka Lugo

Always

His words swirl around her
Dance along her soul
Tease her senses

Her hidden thoughts – buried desires
Previously locked away – unspoken
Surface to engage his dance

She wonders how he knows
How he hears her so clearly
He leaves her breathless

She can’t help but smile brightly
Holds close his last words
‘Always, my love’

Michael

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