19 Nov


I am a sensitive soul.

Perhaps too much for a man.

I sigh at beauty. I am enchanted by charm. I can get lost in a look.

I cry at sad movies, often glad of the dark.

I am a romantic, Sad songs in my ear buds. Black and white films in the winter. Meetings in steamy window bookshop cafes, walks by the swan-gliding river, dinner in the flickering light of whispering candles.

A message on my phone that ends in a kiss.

I am a dreamer. A poet. Someone who will never forget the press of her lips.

And sometimes, only sometimes,  I am a fool.

Yet for all that, if I am hurt, I can become as hard and as cold as a Siberian frost.

And the doors to my heart





© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Anne Magill


Posted by on November 19, 2014 in Still Life


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22 responses to “Shut

  1. lesliemeeks

    November 19, 2014 at 9:03 pm

    I just want to hold you right now. You’re in my thoughts. 💋


  2. gsadiablo

    November 19, 2014 at 9:06 pm

    Aren’t we all?


  3. sirensong1208

    November 19, 2014 at 9:17 pm

    It hurts my own heart to read that and I am sad for your pain and hurt. I hope that you never lose those sensitive qualities for they are what make you you.


  4. Heartafire

    November 19, 2014 at 9:37 pm

    Perceptive and romantic poets are my downfall…especially when they are as gifted as this one.


  5. thissilencekills

    November 19, 2014 at 11:40 pm

    Ahh, don’t wake the dreamer.


  6. Ember

    November 20, 2014 at 3:11 am

    Beautiful extremes, if I may say.


  7. redklwr2006 Kym

    November 20, 2014 at 4:49 pm

    I have read twice now and still I’m struck by the painful beauty of your words especially when I hear your voice too. May you find a way to open a window if you shut the door.


  8. May Desert Flower

    November 20, 2014 at 6:07 pm

    A truly beautiful romantic heart…. As for the shutting part, I find I do the same, but break down in private afterwards
    hugs ❤


  9. rasantiago58

    November 20, 2014 at 9:07 pm

    Ah, I have been where you are right now. The cold shutting of the door…perhaps one day a window will open, a breeze will stir your heart and another door will open, That is my wish for you.


  10. b.l. ronan

    November 21, 2014 at 3:34 pm

    the long forgotten echoes of pain forever reverberate, do they not?


  11. thewildflower72

    February 19, 2015 at 12:20 pm

    Reblogged this on wildflower.

    Liked by 1 person


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