Closet Calls
A Villanelle poem about a secret moment between two
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine,
His growing smile reveals a secret delight.
Unspoken words, a language so divine.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, so fine,
My cheeks blush, a fire burning bright.
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine.
Desires awaken, like a sweet wine,
Longing to touch, to hold him tight.
Unspoken words, a language so divine.
In this fleeting moment, love's design,
Reluctant to part, we cling with all our might.
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine.
"What!?" I exclaim, lost in love's line,
Our silent pleas, a passionate rite.
Unspoken words, a language so divine.
Yet time slips away, like sands in a brine,
Leaving us yearning in the fading light.
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine,
Unspoken words, a language so divine.
About the Creator
A Lady with a Pen
Caroline Robertson's, books are beloved by both adults and children alike for their illustrations and engaging stories. She takes readers on an adventure, giving them the opportunity to explore different cultures, settings, and characters.
Keep reading
More stories from A Lady with a Pen and writers in Poets and other communities.
RESILIENCE
The date was 16th April, 2024. I will never forget that day for as long as I live. We woke up early in the morning and drove to the Police Station at around 6 am to pick up two officers for police escort. We drove past my village after picking up few more escorts and we journeyed onward to a remote school that we needed to visit. The school is about 3 hours away from the town but depending on the weather and road condition, it could take more hours than that.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)6 days ago in Poets
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 3 days ago in Wander
Comments (1)
Oooo, I loved the emotions going on here. Excellent Villanelle!