The Last Poetry I ever Write for You

The very last poetry I ever write For you. Would speak of the rainbows we chased together And the rains we washed our sorrows The nights We shed tears together And the morning We lay awake sun gazing And the nights moon gazing And again the mornings Efflorescing love Would speak of the evenings We…

50 Word Story: Astral Intimacy

The night was bitter cold. The opacus clouds hid the Moon in its elusive shadow. The silver light orb of love brimming to its top; called up the stars to uncover it. The stars aligned themselves to form a string of starlight outlining the moon. How mesmeric their intimacy was.