She wrote a letter gently with

her finger on his

bare back as he slept telling him

all the things she needed that he

didn’t provide, knowing that

he never would or could, and she

placed a cool kiss as full stop.


Her clothes were hard to find on the

less-than-clean floor in the dark as she

thought of all the men (and

one woman) who had woken alone

carrying her calligraphy where they

couldn’t read it and she

wondered if her finger would ever

stay capped or if one day

it would run dry.

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  • Kenia Cris  On October 23, 2011 at 11:05 pm

    Beautiful! We do write on people’s bodies, secret code messages we hope they can decipher on time. How many of them actually do?

    Take care and keep smiling. 🙂

  • Conor Cullen  On October 23, 2011 at 11:32 pm

    Very nice.

  • lifethroughblueeyes  On October 24, 2011 at 4:02 pm

    This is up there with my favorites of yours. And it brought to mind the movie ‘The Pillow Book’, a favorite film as well 🙂

  • 1emeraldcity  On October 26, 2011 at 10:35 am

    It takes a brave writer to place himself in the thoughts, mind and heart of a woman. And what are you sayin here…that you fear your writing talent will dry up? Ha! Don’t we all…Nope, don’t think it will…Your well is deep. Or did I miss the boat here?

  • Linda Munn  On October 28, 2011 at 2:13 am

    I love drawing and writing on my lover as he lays sleeping. Hmmmm. Good job with this one.

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