Sweet dreams

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I feel you standing there
Fingers slide across my face
A gentle kiss to my lips
Then you gather me in haste

The moment suddenly shatters
Time barges in, getting in our way
Yet somehow I’d still been convinced
That you would surely stay

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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The keeper of her heart

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He was the grantor
Of wishes
And the bearer
Of love
He was the giver
Of affection
And the maker
Of dreams
He was the bestower
Of kindness
And the producer
Of happiness
But most of all
He was the keeper
Of her heart

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  The keeper of her heart

 

Forsaken

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The sheets
Were the only witness
As to what transpired
That day
Ending up discarded
In a disheveled mess
On a cold
Barren floor
Tossed nonchalantly aside
Like they never
Even mattered
All the warmth
They ever gave
Instantaneously forgotten
As a sudden moment
Of unforeseen passion
Left them crumpled
And useless

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Just because…

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He knows the exact way
To pull me out
Whenever the world
Doesn’t want me about

He sees me for me
And loves all my flaws
He accepts who I am
There is no hidden clause

He keeps my secrets
And shares his own
Never making me feel
As if I’m alone

He cares for me
In a way nobody else does
And he does it all
Just because

© 2019 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Melted bliss

How?

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How do you do it
How do you send my senses into a tizzy
My heart starts racing
And my head becomes dizzy

How is it this happens
Every time I read what you’ve written
Such simple words
And I’m completely smitten

How do you cause this
These sensations of bliss
I get lost in the thought
Of your smoldering kiss

How enraptured am I
To feel all of these emotions
Saturated by your love
Amazed by your devotion

How blessed I am
By the treasure I’ve found in you
My heart fully appeased
By a love that is true

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Her

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She was always there
Resting quietly in his mind
With her smiling face
So loving and kind

Every inch of his body sensed
Her genial existence
Provoked by images of her
He offered up no resistance

And after years of searching
He knew she was the one
The light in her eyes reminded him
Of a bright morning sun

There was no denying his feelings
He had finally found his queen
She’d been there all along
Though nonexistent she had seemed

Fate had eventually been kind
Considering his deepest desires
And he wondered what he had done
To finally be blessed with all he required

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Every inch of his body sensed her presence.

In between the clover and the dampened earth…

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I noticed him lying there, in between the clover and the dampened earth. He was only a mere mirror image of who he once was. I wanted to save him, and restore him to his original state. But it seemed that the truth had sucked the life right out of his chest. Over time, it had appeared that the map, the course set for his life, really had changed; or had he read it wrong to begin with?

Memories of her began to fill his heart and head once more. She had been the loveliest woman he had ever known. Her skin was always soft and warm, like a silk blanket covered with the faintest hint of her perfume. But deep down in the dungeon of his worn out soul, he knew what he had done. He could still picture the two halves of her dress, left frayed and worn. He had been consumed by fear that night so very long ago, and he remembered standing as still as the dark night above him while he watched as the moon exploded. She had hurriedly dressed, then wept as the music faded away. An uncertain destiny awaited, for now, they had no other choice.

Holding her gaze briefly from across the room, he knew she was no longer his. As she rushed out into an unknown future, she became transfixed by all the wondrous lights, and never even noticed that he was still there. A steady breeze of newfound potential guided her along, while he kept his hands in his pockets, nervously playing with his keys. And suddenly his future hopes and dreams began to fade as the old trusty door to his future began to melt against the corroding brass frame. He wondered if it was all a glitch or just his imagination. Droplets of sweat began to fall from his brow as he remembered back to how the blade had glistened, and venom seemed to pour from his eyes, as poisoned tears filled his invisible cup. He drank the last drop, then plummeted into a sea of depression. Decompression arrived quickly after the window to his hopes blew out.

She began to see nothing except heavenly creatures, all of whom featured boldly in her dreams. She had changed and now reeked of sugary sweets, her teeth giving away her disguise. Fishnet stockings were a pleasant surprise to all the new men in her life, and an eruption of presents could be seen as each one bribed her for the countless pleasures they knew she’d provide. In the end, only a half-eaten muffin and a spoon remained; mere remnants of another morning that meant nothing. She snickered as she ran away from all of them until she noticed what was behind her. She couldn’t escape the truth; it had finally captured her soul.

The last bell chimed, and not even the crickets could be heard, as she watched the floating orb hover over the painting above the hearth. And suddenly both he and her remembered the planter boxes of peculiar looking pansies, the ones that once lined the odd shaped path which had led them to each other. And then they both finally noticed the secret, entombed inside the jar of honey. It clearly held the key to all their torment, something they had never once allowed themselves to see.

© 2018 Michelle Cook


I had quite a bit of  fun writing this short story, which is a combination of all of the December writing prompts.  Hope you enjoyed it!  ~M 😉

To read the prompts, click here.

Coffin Candy

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She was a real tasty candy apple treat
Loved by all the men she’d often meet

Subtly sexy and radiating desire
Just what every man sought, wanted, and required

But there was a secret which she kept hidden
Something about her, so temptingly forbidden

One nip from her and they’d finally understand
Vampires always have the upper hand

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; Coffin Candy