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[dusky blue @iamocea]

Our thoughts rethreaded the ecstasy of our first lovemaking. A prolonged wait felt like a fleeting phase as proximity recalled a distant warmth. Mouths traded wet regrets as hands traced down to caress the ache of old longings..
#FoxProse

[Jeremy ...🪄🎲🥀 @TheDualToungue]

I held your gaze
until the rest of the world
forgot my name.

I didn't need forever
only this impossible closeness,
where your breath found mine
and every silence tasted like a promise.

I let my heartbeat
confess what my mouth never could,

hoping you'd hear it
in the space between us.

I have never feared restraint
until I stood this close to you
wanting nothing more
than to remain the reason
your eyes refused to look away.

[Fox Prose @FoxProse]

When two come together, beauty blooms and memories become intentional. Where does your mind go?

Today's prompt: our thoughts rethread (7/7)

Come join and bring your favorite pens!🖊️ Combos are welcome, and include #FoxProse/@FoxProse for RTs.

[LoylaReel @ReelLoyla11]

Every horizon seems to borrow your name before dawn remembers mine. The road keeps unfolding, asking courage to follow where certainty cannot. Crimson blossoms mark forgotten mileposts, each one quietly choosing your strength again. Even forbidden echoes become faithful guides, leading deeper into the country where trust outlives fear. Night gathers every restless heartbeat, carrying them toward the shelter only your unwavering spirit could ever persuade to finally believe the journey was always homeward ~Loyla

[dorio_en @DorioEn51344]

Even scars
are touched
by light,
tenderly.

And so
the heart
finds the strength
to walk again.

#vss365 #tenderly #haiku

[Monica B @_Being_Benign]

#vss365 #supercilious
#inkmine #bionicanadian

Standing at the edge of dusk
I turn to look upon the day
With an unspoken ethereal clarity

How quietly the need
for accolades, applause, acceptance dissolve
How fake it seems
How unnecessary

Only one thing remains
To love
And to be loved
Without conditions
Without supercilious egos
Without the burden of becoming anything more

When we love
Words fall away
Language abandons us
We begin to learn the grammar of smiles
Similes rest in the gentle curve of a back
Metaphors dissolve
into the quiet salt of skin
Alliterations shimmer
across the oceans of the eyes
Imagery awaken
Where lips trace every contour
Until every exaggeration yields
To the simplicity of just being

We become
Some moments
Stitched together
That resemble like love

[ShammiPara @Shammi35659470]

#vss365 #swoon

Romance makes the heart swoon. For some, the sweetest swoon is reserved for the divine.
The gopis of Brindavan experienced this exquisitely in their honeyed devotion and mad love for Krishna. (Madhurya bhava)
Surdas the saint-poet said, "One look at a love like theirs and how tasteless it seems to be wise"

Sharing my Speaking Tree article which talks about 'a love like theirs'✨🙏

[dusky blue @iamocea]

Tenderly she drew,
toes sketched a delicate tease,
a barechested art
#vss365 #haiku

[🐦 xbirdist @xbirdist]

before #stunning
dazzled
once breathless laughter
caught kisses
lips so easy
as if love always
finds

A marriage of coffee mornings
continued surprises
in patience
new ways to listen

old and new
grow and intertwine
branches, roots
embraces in the sway

#vss365

[dusky blue @iamocea]

#vss365 #stunning #FoxProse

[dusky blue @iamocea]

Perhaps making peace with sorrow wasn't a bad idea

A fast running sanguinity obscured the dull view,

overtaking bright, sunlit pauses

until a familiar face wings the horror of what could have been
#vss365

[Monica B @_Being_Benign]

#vss365 #inkmine #bionicanadian

When love emerges
The heart remembers
What eyes could never recognise
The architecture of reasons collapses
Every careful appraisal falls away
It learns the language of feelings
Where every emotion becomes poetry

A man comes to a woman
As a living canvas
Of a secret desire
Clad in patience
Like someone
Who knows love is not always a comfort
But an understanding
An unveiling of what’s hidden within since centuries

And she watch him
Peeling her silence of ages
Like a layer of skin
All walls crumble
Barriers shatter
Thresholds disappear

He touches her
Like a scholar
As if turning a page of history
Returning to an ancient manuscript
Inscribed in the crevices of soul

Within her rises the hunger
Not merely to be touched
But to be discovered by those fingertips
That know all the maps
The forgotten routes to reach at the place
Where salvation lies

Art- Meister Drucke

[dusky blue @iamocea]

@Aljakhope3 Thank you for your kind, thoughtful words!! ✨️✨️

[dusky blue @iamocea]

Seeking appraisal
from her delicate lips

truths gasping,
whispering low

aspirations grinding,
moving slow

apprehensions fading,
brightening glow

#vss365

[dusky blue @iamocea]

@ReelLoyla11 @FoxProse breathtaking words..✨️

[LoylaReel @ReelLoyla11]

@FoxProse #FoxProse Where unseen currents gather, paradise remembers its forgotten name Rhythm drinks from silent stars while measured meter circles Parnassus like a patient raven. An unfinished sonnet slips into an endless odyssey, following echoes no map has ever claimed There, the forbidden is neither temptation nor exile, but a doorway veiled in moonlit laurels Constellations bloom beneath invisible tides, memory becoming prophecy, wonder becoming witness, until imagination outlives time itself and devotion awakens as an ancient country only the fearless were always destined to remember ~ Loyla

[chandana @chandanas]

There hasn’t been a single day
I did not think of us,
moon & sea,
breeze & fragrance,
dream & night,
snow folding into winter,
fall surrendering its leaves.

But now my heart demands #appraisal,
wants eternity,
not metaphor.

Wants what horizon
promises the ocean.

#vss365

[🆅🅰🅻🅴🅽🆃🅸🅽🅾 @WildeDire]

I loved you from a distance long enough that it became its own way of living.

At first, I told myself it was temporary.

That life would eventually gather enough courage for one of us.

Instead, the distance settled between us like weather.

Always there.

Sometimes gentle.

Sometimes unbearable.

I learned to measure my days in smaller things.

A conversation that lasted a few minutes longer than usual.

A message I reread more times than I should admit.

The quiet relief of knowing you were somewhere beneath the same night sky.

It is strange how little a heart needs to keep hoping.

I never felt entitled to your life.

I never believed my love deserved a place in it.

I only wanted the comfort of knowing you existed.

That somewhere, your laughter still found its way into ordinary afternoons.

That your heart was still capable of softness, even if it never opened for me.

People imagine distance is measured in miles.

Mine was measured in unsaid things.

In the conversations that stopped one sentence too early.

In the confessions that remained drafts.

In every moment I chose silence because I feared honesty would ask more of you than I had the right to ask.

The hardest part wasn't missing you.

It was carrying a version of my life that could never become real.

I would catch myself saving stories to tell you.

Not because I expected the chance.

Because my heart had quietly made you the place where joy wanted to arrive first.

That habit stayed with me far longer than you did.

Sometimes I wonder if you ever sensed any of this.

If you ever felt the weight of a feeling I worked so carefully to hide.

Or if I passed through your life with the gentleness of a season, noticed only after I was gone.

There are nights when I still speak to you in my thoughts.

Not to change the past.

Not to rewrite what never happened.

Only because some forms of love never ask to be returned.

They simply ask for somewhere to exist.

So they learn to live in the distance.

To breathe without being seen.

To remain faithful to a story that never became a life.

And somehow, after all this time, that quiet, impossible love still feels more honest than anything I have ever managed to hold in my hands.

[Poetry by PS ☘️ @PoetryByPS]

-
a life
assessed by
a balance sheet

what he owed
what he saved
never the man
never a father

a car
a house
never his laughter
never his hugs

the final #appraisal
arrived far less
than expected

a home full
of rooms that remembered
him,

sold
to the highest bidder
-

#vss365

[Daniel Cummings - Work Hiatus @DanielC55186873]

#vss365
sees himself
floating helplessly

the waves
flinging him against
the rocks
breaking ribs

blood bubbling
over lips

that darkened door
where it shouldn't be

between bones
in the sky

he wants to hold onto the apprehension

chooses to tell no one

he will be lifted up
his head cradled
in doll's hands

her lifeless eyes
have no sympathy
for the dead