Beautiful After Sunset

He wants to be seen by only few. The mass makes him anxious. I did’t believe him because he made his wealth from his look, not his talent. His shyness, to me, is a gift. An unassuming man is so attractive.

We always meet after sunset when people barely make out who they see. It suits us to tug away somewhere fading into the evening lights. He is so beautiful and soft. I always want to pinch his cheeks to make them blush for me, and I almost tell him that he is my triple crush, all in the span of sharing a burger and fries.

“What are you thinking?” he asks. I am caught off guard, I choke on some pickles, coughing and laughing. Finally when I regain my breath. I look into his eyes and say, “you are beautiful after sunset.” He fixes his gaze on me and holds my hands, slowly and softly, he murmurs, “I only bloom at night.” Oh mine, I have just discovered his poetic talent. “And you are more than a pretty face.” I chuckle.

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#songshare – Cico Buff

Cico Buff by Cocteau Twins

Today love finds off little
You see your singing is so vague
His joined her love so little
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find

So many stars take care of me
Take care of those they love
My love has done right

Love me so, love little
So you see now the sun is out
Love will accieve no ends
I can’t be fickle, oh that I find

So many stars take care of me
Take care of those they love
Our love has done right
They know where they like it
All of love flow ’round of me
Strain and love me

Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find

They know whether I come
(We flow and we fall)
I love for mine
(We fall down)
Strain and love me
(These stars that love)
So many stars take care of me
(We flow and we flow)
All of love flow ’round me
(Our love comes down)
Our love comes down
(These stars I love)
They know whether I come
(We flow and we fall)
Full of love fall down
(Our love comes down)
Strain and love me

Deception

Living Poetry picture prompt

This time of the year, the splendid colour always reminds him of Clementine, a beautiful woman with porcelain freckled skin and fiery red hair.

She was neurotic, spontaneous and wild. It was an instant attraction without reservation. He fell in love hard, like the cedar wood.

How he wished that to be a fairy tale, ignoring her interchangeable sweetness and sourness. When he was around her, she blanketed him with warmth and zest. But when he embraced all she was giving out, there was always that invisible chill he felt. He was not a smart man. He only quit after seven broken hearts over three years.

Today, he still ponders about their love. This time of the year, in the forest of orange trees, he thinks about Clementine, a woman like the autumn cold air, whom he once loved deeply and wholeheartedly.

Stop Revive Survive

No doesn’t always mean
I Don’t want to
It means
I can’t right now

Timing is everything
It’s ok to say no

The world shouldn’t
panalise you
just because
you put yourself first
instead of being the giver
keeps on giving
without reservation

It’s ok to say no
Self preservation gives space
to restore, rejuvenate
and be a more cheerful giver

Love one another
Self love comes first
for the benefit of
loving others