This is a prose collaboration between Cassa and SecretWriter.
She writes by the candle light in pitch black nights. The thought of his scents and words flames the wick burning in her lukewarm heart.
He lies down, stiff and exhausted from a day’s hard work, covered by the darkness of night. His mind wanders, and he dreams of her as the wax drips down the candle light. There is always this great distance dividing them, just as the milky way joining their imagination and fantasy. He spreads out the oils that collected her perfumes, reminisces of smoothing it across her shadowed skin. Light and dark that makes tiny lit hairs back when they explored galaxies within.
She writes love affair as she lives through every word and punctuation between their exchange where energy takes off in wings of imagination and fantasy. Their story is safely told as the storyteller becomes more and more tangled in the story she so vividly crafts.
I have worked with Joey for another fun one: Jay – The Fragrance Writer
He likes me
He really likes me
He really really likes me!
All clouds in the sky is everything wonderful in paradise
His smile makes Zac Efron’s fake
His eyes are a candy store I am lost in
His humour is the centre of an amusement park
His kisses melt on my lips like pink fairy floss
He makes me feel like buttercups
And butterflies dance in my stomach
As I sip from his cup of cola.
I hope our saga never ends.
Three months bubblegum romance
Bursts forth a rich flavour
artificial sugar induced decay
Leaves exposed nerve toothache
buttercups lead to a stomach ache
Just like butterflies lead to indigestion.
Too much cola – I’m too wired to sleep.
And this tired saga needs a finale. . .
Our short lived romance is like popcorn
Never lasts to the end of the movie before they’ve gone stale
What I first craved is now just a headache.
And I’m ready to go home.
As I leave, I turn and give one last glance.
Hey, you never know when you’ll crave popcorn again.
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He sees her
a peony thriving
Her perfection inescapable to
the every cell
in his being
Her lack of fragrance
infuses his senses
with pure nature
in full bloom
with early signs
drives him to preserve
She holds him
sends him whisper of longing
restrains to speak of tomorrow
She knows too well
her tomorrow is retreating
from this world
his is to take hold of
each sunshine on offer
on this earth
She takes a selfie
sends it to him
to retain the memory
of this perfect moment
in such a regretful time