The Start Of An Adventure

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #228 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Sublime

he had me at the twinkle of his eyes
reaching for the right sentence
to convince, catching me in a stare

the flash of his smile
and the boyish charm wrapped up in this man
invited an enthusiastic engagement

coffee? sure
our like-minded language spanned hours
a request for more became a dinner date

sushi, then? sure
an adventure wrapped up in a wink
a chance meeting with a sublime creature led to more

Reblogs – Candice Louisa Daquin & Romantic Dominant

Those desired cast a spell with their love potion, intoxicating us even at a distance.

Elixir by Candice Louisa Daquin

A yellow-eyed man asked me once 
what it was I favored 
in older women 
I told him 
it’s something in their faces 
the shape of their bodies 
how their bones knit songs 
as if all the years they have lived 
have built a testimony 
to the potency of woman 
I’m weak-kneed in the presence of 
strong women, vulnerable women 
singers, poets, artists, thinkers 
the myriad ways of woman 
how breasts find their shape 
over time 
and colors change with seasons 
hair grows long with streaks of grey 
eyes own brevity 
the smile remains that of a girl 
rendering me hot cheeked 
I feel the purposing of womanhood 
like a blanket 
though my contracted heart cannot 
own more than a singular affection 
i’m not like you, falling in love monthly 
I could count on my fingers the times 
a girl turned my head and my heart 
all the way around 
and when you wear that red skirt 
you know the one 
with the ruffles and the midnight cast
and dip your feet in the river 
the glint of your ankle chain catching the stars 
you could be twenty or you could be seventy 
and I’d lead you by the hand 
back to our tent, among the trees 
all facing the sky in prayer 
and lay you down beneath me 
a lotus opening her mouth 
to the glory of being alive 
with lips like you just ate wild berries 
and a tongue tasting of laughter 
I drink you in 
I drink you in 
the elixir of your existing 
even as we sagged against 
the enormity of surviving 
perhaps it’s that shape I love best 
how well you make enduring 
look 

Without touching by Romantic Dominant

He touches her   
without touching her.  

He holds her  
without holding her. 

He knows her 
without knowing her.  

He calls her  
and her soul answers. 

Endless Love

Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Bouquet & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #199

With a simple, hand-picked bouquet of fragrant flowers, he walked confidently towards her. “This may only seem like a small gesture on my part. But may it reflect my deepest affection for you and allow me to express more about the strong connection we have that transcends time.” Bowing with respect and reverence, he offers her the colorful array of blossoms.

She accepts the flowers, lifting them to her nostrils to inhale the sweet fragrances.

“You came back. But we are meeting for the first time. How is this possible?”

“Would you care to watch the movie “Somewhere In Time?”

**For all you romantics out there, I highly recommend you watch this movie!

The Projector – Part 1

The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Katherine

In the hushed theater, the lights were dimming, and the opening credits began to roll out. The movie’s familiar theme song filled the darkened room, setting the mood for what was to come. Katherine wiggled herself into a more comfortable position, looking forward to seeing a rerun of her favorite classic, “Love Story.” She was in a mood for tears, knowing this movie would get her there. Katherine felt a bit lost this last week. After being dumped by her recent love interest, the accompanying sadness and anger had built up. It was time to just let it all go. Isolating from her friends probably hadn’t been the best idea, but she felt stupid that she’d fallen for his spiel hook, line, and sinker. He was a con man, swindling her out of a lot of money. She was handling her emotions as best she could, considering how it all ended. This movie would be a cleanse for her. Katherine was sure of it.

With her big bucket of butter slathered popcorn, a Kit Kat bar for a break from the greasy saltiness, and a large drink to wash down all the indulgences, she was ready to indulge in the over-the-top romance of this film. The boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, girl gets a terminal illness, then boy loses girl saga wasn’t just any old romance tale, it was like the Gone with the Wind of love tales. Ali McGraw and Ryan O’Neal were so in sync in this movie. It was no wonder it became a box office hit of the time and had, to this day, remained one for the younger generations too. The chemistry between the lovebirds was perfect and so natural, like a match made in heaven. It really was a shame she died in the end, but that’s why Katherine was here; she needed a good cry. And cry she did, buckets full.

Katherine had to sit there for a moment once the lights came back up. Dabbing at her face with the unused napkins, she cleaned her tear-stained cheeks. Katherine was super careful not to smear her mascara, pushing very lightly around her eyes. She wondered if she looked puffy.

It seems she’d purchased the right amount of concessions; nothing was coming home with her. Movie theater popcorn usually got stale if she took it home, so she was glad she could toss the empty bucket along with her candy wrapper and soda cup into the trash bin on the way out. The straw crossed her mind as she walked towards the exit. Hopefully, it wouldn’t end up in the ocean or a turtle’s nose.

As she passed the rows of people, Katherine was curious why a few of them laughed, and others looked very serious. They must be some stone-cold individuals; he lost the love of his life, people! She just shook her head and kept walking.

Katherine did feel better. This movie was just what she needed today.

TO BE CONTINUED ON TUESDAY…

A Part Of Me

not all lovers flock to the staged
over-the-top, “romance is in the air” places
like the eiffel tower in paris, france
nor do they engage only
in the illusionary practices of yearning

a true connection is deeper than the chemicals
which make us heady
or the butterflies threatening to make us faint
or the fast, hard thump of our hearts
that’s why real love isn’t called lust

i’m learning that love is everywhere
in any place we choose to be where we respect one another
where commitment to each other is valued
and the investment in our relationship is paramount
there’s more to love than smitten hearts, chocolates, and flowers

#Whatdoyousee
Image Credit – Lucas Albuquerque

Romance In The Air

The evening, filled with promise,
persuaded the new lovers
a moonlit evening walk
would only enhance their affection.

The owls hoo’ed a synchronized chorus
of enchantment for the young couple
walking beneath the branches
upon which the birds conducted their symphony.

Many of the land creatures hid
upon hearing the lollygagging footsteps
meandering aimlessly
in their territory of brush, grass and trees.

With love on their minds
and lust in their loins,
the young couple in love
hoped the night would not end

and that what had begun innocently
would come to fruition
with bodies unclothed and
breaths taken deeper than capacity.

But what the lovers didn’t know,
the owls were calling out a warning,
not a concerto inciting lust,
for the uniformed men were just around the bend.

When…

My friend Chuck, from The Reluctant Poet, challenged me to finish two Elfchens he started. I happily obliged to collaborate and finish them. Apparently, he liked them and recommended I share them with my readers. I hope you like them!

When
He Whispered
In My Ear
my heart opened right
up

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When
I Pretend
my credibility nosedives
ego takes a hit

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Reblog – I want to dance with you by John Coyote

Enjoy the rekindling of romance in this sweet piece! 🙂

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(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott)

(We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and sadness.         -Wordsworth)

I want to dance with you tonight

Sober days and nights led us to places of loneliness. Two people sharing one house with locked doors, not enough words spoken and love forgotten.

Once we were young and fearless. I couldn’t live without your kiss and your embrace. Once your voice and touch made me believe love was alive and forever. We held love like a delicious pain.

Today I watched you. Us sitting together without conversation. Cell phones and tire mind accepting life as-is. I told you, honey, dear and my pretty lady. We need to depart this grave of our home and find some song. I want you in your red dress and red shoes. I need your evil smile…

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Reblog – Believe by John Coyote

Feeling a bit transported with this song and these words, very uplifting. Thanks, John! As always, the romance in this piece is wonderful to immerse myself in! 🙂 Enjoy everyone!

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Believe



Write on my bare skin, my dear poet, she whispered.
Allow your hands to make me feel like a masterpiece.
Show me, please make me believe.

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I am the only one.
Please love me wrong, love me right.
Please whisper pretty words,
true or lies.
Promise me everything,
promise me nothing.

Make my brown eyes come alive with hope,
made my skin burn with desire.
dear poet,
let’s make this night perfect.
Paint a painting of a love,
that was sweet and attempted.

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Let’s trick the gods,
show them.
You and I had found the utopia of the kiss,
the embrace.

Dancing Coyote

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