Turn this page over
See what’s behind
In-between the creases
I cannot hide
You’ll see my reality
The truth that I face
The depth of my desires
I dare not taste
Each sweeter than honey
These visions I explore
Yet locked in silence
Behind forbidden’s door
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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There it was
That first spark
Sputtering to life
Like pixie dust fireflies
Dancing round her head
Her blushing brow
Tattling the truth
Neath the flicker
Of a misty moon
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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He sent me a story
One of passion through pictures
When words were no longer needed
Because our hearts
Had already become one
© 2019 Michelle Cook
This is us being us
So much passion
Very little restraint
Counting every second
Of each moment we have
Clinging to slivers
Of scarce opportunities
Enjoying every rendezvous
As if it could be our last
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Once lost on the cusp
of a whisper in time,
is now something cultivated,
formed and fashioned.
Evidence composed
of a sacred memory.
Sprinkled with the essence
of a divine creator.
Recorded as proof
that our existence
has never been limited
to the meager
constraints of this world.
But instead,
“The Dream,”
that wonderful, beautiful dream,
goes far beyond…
Far beyond anything
we could ever imagine.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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