Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Modern Romance

She nuzzles close, curled up in his warm embrace;
"I think I'm in love with you," she whispers breathlessly.
He kisses her temple softly and replies:
"Don't worry, that will pass."

Tuesday, December 9, 2008


Grey-blue eyes, locked onto his;
He matches the gaze, smiling subtly.
A low quick blur.
Wet burning agony;
The blade sinks in, cutting deeply.

Out of focus grey-blue;
Unwavering, unblinking.
Moving closer, her lips brush past his neck;
Twisting the blade, her cheek to his, she whispers softly;
The words sink in, cutting more deeply.