out of sight, i’m out of my mind

the moon beams with your smile
and i weakened to my knees
like a madman, i hunt the streets
but the night hides you in vain
leaving memories on footpaths—
the aroma of coffee
the sweetness of ice cream
the taste of both on your lips

i love you
and there is no other way
not to

out of sight, i’m out of my mind

deny me
anything, everything
but not you

we got ourselves drunk in love
and left each other thirsty
these memories won’t suffice
but with them, I’ll survive
and until then I will cherish
the aroma of coffee
the sweetness of ice cream
the taste of both on your lips

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In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Twisted Adages hosted by Jilly who challenges us to  craft our poetry around an adage (or two) that you must change in some significant way.  And since I am missing someone today, here’s a shoutout to the good old adage, out of sight out of mind. This little piece beg to differ. 😉

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Three Lines Tale: Scattered Mess

The floor is a scattered mess—
Of splattered acrylic
Tainted with kiss

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Written for Three Lines Tales: Week 130

Butterflies

Butterflies
A Free Verse

Fluttering wings, vibrant hues
Dancing under the sunny sky
When I look into those eyes
In my stomach they found their shrine
Scarlet cheeks— breathless
I’m swept away in a smile
Blushing ‘neath the warmth of your gaze
Restless, my heart’s on a race.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photo Credit: Flickr

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Today’s Filipino word prompt is “kilig” which means “butterflies in one’s stomach”.

Come on! Write a poem or a fiction
Snap a photo under the sun
A six-word tale or a long post, perhaps?
Let’s all get word-high this July!

Want to join the fun? Find the prompt words HERE! Don’t forget to pingback & use the tag  WordHighJuly. Mazel tov! 😉

Our Valentine’s

The sun was already up when Julio found his wife watering the flowerbeds in the garden. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Oh!” Lora shrieked in surprise, “Look who’s awake. Happy Valentine’s, sleepyhead.”

“I intend to make you breakfast.”

“You intend.”

They were about to kiss when a little voice called out from behind. Maxie was staring quizzically at her grandparents then muttered, “It’s August 12, not February 14 grandma!”

“Oh, sweetie, but today is OUR Valentine’s Day. It’s the day a certain mailman brought Valentine to me in an envelope.” Lora explained and winked.

“A handsome mailman, he was.” her husband added.

Word Count: 108

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I’ve always believed we could make any day a Valentine’s Day…

Here’s a late entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo prompt is provided by The Reclining Gentleman. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!  😀 ❤

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