There is
no golden sunlight
no silver moonlight
no glittering starlight
no following spotlight
no revealing headlight
no flickering strobe light
no intense searchlight
no romantic candlelight
more illuminating
more compelling
more beautiful
than your light.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
This is the third outing for this post. Sometimes such a light shines.
Photograph by Jeremy Shane
If it had been a bar
A softly lit quiet city haven where a sad piano player shapes and ripples the minor chords of half-remembered songs for lovers and strangers.
Or a party.
A loud, crowded, noisy gathering where laughter and conversation and alcohol and coke tempt bodies to sway and dance and forget tomorrow.
Or on a busy street.
A rush and dawdle of business people and tourists, shoppers and beggars, hawkers and sellers where the traffic ebbs and flows, pauses and surges like a sea.
Or in a thousand and one other places.
An office, a restaurant, a ball game, a concert, a carnival, a temple, Or a wide open space where the wind blows and the birds are thrown from sky to sky.
If it had been anywhere instead of this strangely connected. disconnected, familiar, unfamiliar world of swirling, teeming, edgy cyberspace.
I would still have found you
and wanted you
so badly.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Fabian Perez
Written about four years ago. I like it, so I hope you don’t mind another posting.
I would take
the poison apple
knowingly
from your lips
into my own mouth
and trust in you
to kiss me awake
in a hundred years.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote this three years ago. It was based on one of my own tweets. I rather like it, so have posted again.
Art by Evelina Ladzinska
Attraction is a mystery
What is it that captures, captivates and compels?
What is it that draws us, like iron to magnet, bee to honey, moth to light? What is it that makes us warm to another, need to make contact, need to be in their presence, or simply make us catch our breath when they come close?
Is it in their eyes, or their mouth? Is it the arc of their smile? Is it in their height, their weight, their curves and lines? Is it in the colour of their skin or their hair? Is it in their laughter, or their voice, or their words, or the intelligent mind within?
Is it in their honesty, their truth, their empathy, their kindness, their compassion, their hope?
Is it in their movement, their balance, the way their body moves when they walk? Is it in the clothes they wear?
Is it in what they do, what they like, what they believe?
Is it in their beauty, and the beauty they see around them?
Is it in how good they make us feel?
Is it something we instantly see deep in their soul, something we recognise and know? Something that touches our own?
Is it that we sense they will complete us?
Attraction is a mystery.
Even after all these years I cannot explain it.
But I do know
I am deeply attracted to you
by all of the above.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a couple of years ago. I still don’t know the answer, and probably never will. But I do know what attracts me …
Art by Hamish Blakely
Even the softest
sweetest
tenderest kiss
launched
from your fingers
with the faintest
gentlest breath
endless miles away
is a caress
upon my skin
and a whirlwind
in my soul.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by C.S. McNeil
A match flares.
A hiss. A spark.
A candle flickers
The darkness is softened
I cup the light in my hands. The flame is like a tiny dancer. She bends and quivers in the cold wind. She twists and shivers and stoops low. She recoils from the snow. She flinches from the storm. She almost dies as the demons of the night blow hard and cruel. Without mercy.
Yet I protect her, defend her, nurture her, shield her.
I guard her, shelter her, screen her, secure her.
I hold her close to my chest, near to my heart. I whisper my own private prayers to her. I carry her home. I find her a safe haven away from harm.
I place her in the window so you can see her dancing.
A candle is burning.
She is burning for you.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
From four years ago. But there is sometimes a candle burning.
Art originally © Ameyama
