Serious Moonlight

silent in their thoughts
she slides her arm inside his
their love … more than words

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Path to Her

the smile in her eyes
his invitation to her
takes his breath away

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

She Dreams

she dreams him in waves
he brings endless soft kisses
he smiles … his dream too

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

They Walk … Together

with his hand in hers
they walk through the morning mist
love all around them

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

It’s Complicated

destiny or chance
he’s attracted by her flame
it’s nature in play

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Autumn Leaves

fragrant soggy leaves
from autumn rain fills the air
reminds him of her

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Serious Moonlight

Walking along the path at night
Momentarily silent in their thoughts

A rustling sound behind the trees ahead
She instinctively slides her arm inside his

He smiles “probably just a squirrel, dear”
As he feels the electricity from her touch

His fingers slowly trace the softness of her palm
As they slide and fold to lock between her fingers

In his grasp, she pulls herself close to his ear
Whispering words only he can hear

He flushes – she does that so easily to him
He smiles again as he breathes her in

They stop, as they knew they would
The moonlight bright on their faces

She feels him flow inside her
Telling her – with more than words

Their special moment together
Under a serious moonlight

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Poet: Mike Evans

Path to Her

A walk alone through the woods
No sign of a trail to follow ahead
No particular destination in mind
His mind wanders with possibility

And then their paths meet
Yes, then their paths meet
His mind is at play, he knows
But, he wanders deeper within

She gives him a mischievous grin
Her knowing look of what’s to come
Tongue stuck out – and off she dances
His invitation to chase…

After a couple of darts through trees
She slows up just enough … and smiles
He tackles her with a kiss on the nose
Her giggles take his breath away

A sudden rustle of leaves …
Brings his mind back … he is alone
Yet, she is forever within him now
And he smiles at the possibilities

He knows he will walk
Through these woods again
With no sign of a trail to follow
He knows the path to her now

And one day … it will be real

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Poet: Mike Evans

Autumn Leaves

A soft breeze flows in through the screen door
As the freshness of light autumn rain fills the air
Pleasant white noise of small talk surrounds him
Sitting alone, he is absorbed by Anna Karenina
A safe and comfortable part of his daily routine…

A sudden gust of winds blows through – he looks up
She walks in as if directly out of the pages of his book
It is her aura of beauty that envelops him at first glance
She glides past him with barely a notice – ah, but then –
With a flash – “Tolstoy?” she beams – I love his books…

Chatting over cooling cups of coffee, their story is written
Perhaps, it is predefined destiny that she walks in this day
Perhaps, it is random chance that he reads Tolstoy this day
Whatever the reason, the autumn breeze agrees with them
As they walk along their fragrant path of soggy autumn leaves…

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Poet: Mike Evans

She Dreams

She dreams him as they walk together in the park
He dreams her delicate hand sliding into his

She dreams him as the soft whispers in her ear
He dreams her as the loving breath he takes in

She dreams his soft glow that brightens her world
He dreams her impossible beauty that he must see

She dreams his waves as they sweep upon her shores
He dreams her with endless rhythmic kisses

She dreams the flickering flame of a candle
He dreams the air, keeping her beauty burning bright

She dreams him as the breeze at play with her leaves
He dreams her as the tree who dances with his touch

She dreams him as the breeze through her open window
He dreams her smile as his breeze softly flows in

She dreams him as the bow to her cello
He dreams music as he strokes her strings

She dreams him in vivid colors on her canvas
He dreams her as the beautiful painting

They dream … as one

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Poet: Mike Evans