Savoring the thrill

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Savoring the thrill
Of his tempestuous kiss
He ravaged her soul
In a moment of bliss

She couldn’t catch her breath
His hands were tangled in her hair
And of everything else around her
She was completely unaware

Time seemed to stop
There was nowhere to go
The universe still remained
And yet the day she did not know

For she had lost all awareness
In the nonexistent realm of reality
And all that she remembered
Was what he wanted her to see

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Savoring the thrill

Take these dreams…

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Take these dreams
Which once were mine
And fashion them with
A new design

Turn them into something
Believable and strong
So that I might finally
Move along

I’m so tired of wishing
For things that can’t be
Open up my eyes
And help me see

A dose of reality
Is what I need
If ever I hope
To succeed

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Just let it in…

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There are so many facets of love
Is there any way to fully understand them all?
Unfortunately, love doesn’t come in a one size fits all sort of box
It doesn’t come wrapped in perfection and realistic expectations
Love is often messy and not very well thought out at all
It’s an emotion that often takes us by complete surprise
And there never seems to be an explanation for how it starts
The line between love and hate seems to be easily bridged
We see this when we dislike someone one day and love them the next
And the funny thing is, we don’t get to choose who we’re going to love
In fact, it seems that love chooses us; it always has and always will
We are helpless to resist the power of love even though we often try
And running away from love seems to be the worst thing we can do
Love will always find us, no matter where we try to hide
Go ahead and try it if you don’t believe this to be the truth
Just accept the fact that love will never make sense and it doesn’t need to
The only thing you need to worry about now
Is how you’re going to begin to let love in.

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Consumed

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He sits there watching me
From high above that frosty hill
Each blink and nod sends shivers
Caused by him, not winter’s chill

His tawny piercing stare
Is intimidating and intense
Those massive moon eyes
Cause my body to tense

I realize with just one move
I could be made a satisfying snack
So I begin to scurry away
Not even daring to look back

Unfortunately this is my reality
And I know I’ve now been beaten
Because I’m just a poor field mouse
Who has now been served and eaten

© 2018 Michelle Cook

A touch of perfect

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He was a touch of perfect
And yet perfect was never meant to last
And the problem seemed to stem
From when the present became the past

Over the years he changed
His familiar face I could no longer see
And it was a heart-crushing moment
When he was no longer who I knew him to be

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: A touch of perfect

Conclusions

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There’s truth to be found
In the most unlikely places
Small hidden kernels
In the most improbable spaces

And to find these concealed realities
Often makes our heads spin
An aha kind of moment
Lets loose from deep within

And it’s sort of freeing
When at last we conceive
All the things we were blind to
The things we wanted to believe

Makes it easier to move on
And let go of the past
To discover new avenues
That may conceivably last

It all starts with intuition
And listening to your gut
For that’s the only way
To determine what is what

© 2018 Michelle Cook