Poem: Ghazal – “Lips Soft”


Thanks to The Daily Prompt for the word prompt drop.

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Pleasing words dripping from cherub lips, soft.

Can you hear the words sipped from eyes, lips soft.

Distant, to ears, I peer, seeing angels here.

Voicing shadows, tiny wisps, from your lips soft.

The space between us too great, falling for you.

Instigation, not my choice, gripping, lips soft.

Movement slowing showing, spitting out love.

Nearing, frustration, sipping, lips soft.

Nights turn to days, skin all ablaze.

In the end kissing, your lisp, lips soft.

Covers crumpled, rumpled under us.

Hands reaching, touch while you sip tea, lips soft.

Repeating in hours, time flies, skin brushing skin.

Mesmerized, your face slips, lips soft.

Two of us as one, adventurous night.

Never tiring of words you whisper, lips soft.

Dropping, causing moments passing,

You dropped me, snipping our love, lips soft.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: He Came Home


“Hey girly. Such a good girl. How about a belly rub? Last one for a few months, I’ve got to go fight some bad guys. Seems as if there is an unending supply of them. That’s life, eh Emmie?” my Dad Dylan says.

Then, he kisses my Mom Kristine.” It’s going to be alright, Kristy. You know how well we’re trained for these missions. I’ll be back in a few months sweetheart. Email me, you can write me an old-fashioned letter even.”Dylan remarks soothing Kristine. 

“What if this is the time . . . I never see you again, and it’s only Emmie and I? I’ve only had five-years with you. It’s not enough.”

Dylan hugs Kristine tight and they both cry. I feel their sadness and cuddle between them to comfort us all. I whimper and I lick their salty hands.

“Emmie, you sucky girl. I’ll be home before you know it,” Dylan tells me giving me one last pet and kissing Kristine hard.

“Don’t go Dad, don’t leave us. Mom’s sad, I don’t want her to be sad. You didn’t walk me today. Mom will be too sad to walk me….” I yap to Dylan. But he leaves.

Ages pass before I hear Dylan whistle. I bark in delight; he came home.

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