LeonieSainteVire

Love. Just when you are least prepared for it, it sneaks up behind you, and robs you of everything. Sure, we all read dime store romances. You know, “eyes meet across the room and two hearts collide.” (Yeah, that drivel.)  It is great fodder for moonlight wishful thinking, but c’mon!  That shit never happens in real life. Until it does… And there was nothing romantic about it.  Just two people colliding in a crowded bistro.  I dropped my manuscript, clutching my laptop while his coffee stained shoes inked footprints on the scattered white trail of my words.  I wanted to kill him. He did not even apologize. Funny,

The rain, having spent all it's efforts to make him cold and miserable, left the Texan shivering as he walked past the front windows of the merchants' shops in the small Jersey town.  Puddles spotted the sidewalks, muddying the street. Dalton kept his head down, his collar turned up against the chill. It was then he heard the sound.  A soft tapping, measured and slow, a sound that would haunt him the rest of his days. His eyes caught sight of the matching spiked heels, buckled delicately at her ankles, stepping first one, then the other.. over and over...one in front of the other as she walked towards him. The chill of the rain, and his soa

                                 Tonight…           My heart is bathed in memory of you...               You are the cloth of my dreams                    Your smile - my warmth.                You are the perfume on my skin                                 I want…                              all of you…                         every single part…                            every memory.                                 Tonight …                          My mind runs free…             Released from shackles of the past…                You are the sun of my tomorrow                

Darling… I began your letter at the stop sign, and then lost it in a traffic jam. You would have rolled your eyes at the mess, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me.  That’s what did it, of course. I had a perfectly good sentence, and it went right out the window                         with sentiment. So there I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose does not like to share.  I had grand illusions–something about a word on a breeze (how cliché) wandering past a car full of screaming children and a businesswoman on her iPhone.  There were soccer stories, a brief pause for some strik