EDC Shorts: lines – ‘prose’ – poetry #27

We awake, talking with our eyes, the spell of night unbroken, moon lit silhouettes, heavenly body yours so soft alluring, mine your strength, your rock, to hold on to as waves of passion toss and swirl us. I awoke this morning these words swimming through my mind, my every day starts with such thoughts of you, every day I talk to you in silence and before I fall asleep I whisper goodnight to the shadows as if you.


[EDC Writing – Bits & Pieces #1]