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Alice R-P Feb 2016
Lips smile, hearts sing,
Early in the morning.
Black coffee for two
In the afternoon.

Hours passing by,
Your hand still holding mine,
Thus, I have no fear,
During the dinner feast.

Waves are calming on the sea,
While we're having the high tea.
We lay here, the beginning now so far,
Above us the moon and the stars.

Good moments, better moments,
The best and the worst
Seem as seconds lived long ago
In the only life that we know.
Tab Jan 2016
Spread out on worn silk sheets
Listening to Billie Holiday
A cup of tea goes cold
Wrapped together in one blanket
Turning two into one
Filling the small space with love
All on a Friday afternoon
this one's for you
Joyce Jan 2016
Grey Sunday afternoon.
Rain is fallen glistering gloom.
Inside it's warm and cozy.
Time for writing and relaxing.
Watch a movie and some texting.
Even when this day is grey.
Smile and have lovely Sunday.
Shayma A Dec 2015
Dear potential lover*                 
When you fall in love with me

Make sure to love the way,                            
my face dulls on gloomy days;                      
like a rose in autumn.                                      

And fall for my muddy brown eyes,              
that take you to worlds with distant skies;    
eyes like fields of adventure.                           

My stretch marks, scattered simultaneously,
like strokes of a brush set wild and free;        
their colour of clouds with silver lining.       

Fall for my unpainted nails, the plain sort    
stubby, and cut almost too short;                    
nails made for playing in the soil.                    

  Love my tummy, un-flat and not so lean,      
the kind you don’t see in magazines;              
a tummy with gentle hills.                                

              Admire the way I look,                                      
lost, snuggled up in a book;                              
the way I stare at the trees,                                
my fine hair playing with the breeze;              
love my excessive day-dreaming                      
and my serenity on afternoon walks.              

Dear potential lover:
Love all of me;          
My perfections                          
and my imperfections              
and my perfect imperfections.
                  
Shayma.*                      ­                            .
Lillian Harris Dec 2015
You make
My head
Feel hazy
Like Summer
Afternoons
All my thoughts
Forgotten as
They rush
To make room
For you.
Jillian Jesser Dec 2015
a man runs down the road
exercise brings comfort
but who needs comfort
when you have
beer
cigarettes
and a summer afternoon
We need to talk about today
she said, standing in the doorway
Staring straight ahead
and I sat on my chair with the heaviest heart
None of us knew where to start

There was a sunrise like no other I'm told
We stayed inside away from the cold
Coffee and words and wrinkled sheets
Until she sat up with tears on her cheek
and the sun got too hard to uphold

It got cloudy fast as secrets were strewn
and we fought silence and sound all afternoon
Wishes and hopes and broken oaths
All gone so we were barely able to stay afloat
we had lost the sun and waited for the moon

We need to talk about today
I said, standing in the room unsure
Staring straight at her
and she came towards me with the heaviest heart
None of us knew where to start
crystallaiz Oct 2015
D-3
when you close your eyes

(the aftermath of a heavy rain)

your lashes rest, quiet

(the stone path is freshly wet)

a slight crease in your lids

(raindrops shimmering in the sun)

when you open your eyes
the rain will have stopped
only the scent of it remains
filtering through a canopy
of late afternoon leaves
D-1. It's tomorrow! Go in well, and come back safely~ Waiting for you, always ♡
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