lip balm sun song
building a home with someone
her lips will be warm and nice
from the pear lip balm sun song that
will bake on in the heat of the day.
we'll work hard side by side then
come home to the moon hung high
and I'll want to sip her gasp like
fine wine, palm to palm, soul to soul
for I see our life when I look in her eyes,
hear it when she calls my name to
come
near,
feel it as she lays her head on me
as we sway to R&B by the sink,
suds long gone, and know it as coin
runs dry even as we work all day
to have more time like this, to have
that life that is ours, that it is love
that is the warm buoy that will see
us home
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
Part-time daydreamer. Full-time dork.
Follow along for stories about a little bit of everything (i.e. adventure and other affairs of the heart).
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Keep reading
More stories from R.C. Taylor and writers in Poets and other communities.
Unborn
Sitting in the window sill of her bedroom, staring out into the darkness of the world, feeling the emptiness arise, as the world’s echoes filled with chaos typically distract her mind, though tonight is silent. Sitting in silence for once feels beyond agonizing. The silence once brought peace. How can this be? Will silence ever feel the same? Staring out into the world. Continuing to grieve for the soul she will never meet. To leave this world before she took her first breath. Hearts continue to long for her, tears continue to shed. The understanding of being happy one moment, with a realization striking the next that her child will never experience joy. She will never have her first smile, oh her smile would have been alluring. To know her laughter will never be heard, one of the hardest concepts to accept. The aching strengthens knowing to never see her eyes open for the first time, to never watch her take her first breath, her first steps, or to hear her first cry. To know packing her lunch for her first day of school is no longer a possibility. To know being there for her first heartbreak will never happen. Her heart continues to fill with a bursting ache of the memories they will never share. The moments they will never experience. Her mother’s heart remains filled with unbearable emotions, overflowing out of her eyes, creating a lump within her throat. The aching continues, trying to find words to express the pain, though there are no words precious enough to begin to describe what the loss of her life brings. Scarcely hoping she felt each beat of her mother’s’ heart, that still continues to hold love for her soul. What happened cannot be made right, her loss cannot be restored. There is no beauty within their story. The reality of grieving her is far different from any loss. She doesn’t need solutions, she doesn’t need to move on from her child’s possibilities. She continues to acknowledge it, remembering who she could have been. The image of her child in her hands, remains, replaying as if it were a steady pulse. The painful truth is certain moments cannot be rectified, as they can only be carried. She will continue to carry her child’s possibilities throughout her life. She will continue to hold a special love within her soul. Often unsure of which pain is worse, the shock of what happened or the unknown.
By May Tropeano4 days ago in Poets
The Most Ridiculous Motives for Murder
We may not condone murder, but certainly understand some situations require us to protect ourselves or loved ones at the cost of another person’s life. Sometimes, we may even feel that a person ‘deserved’ what they got”, as their actions in life were so horrific that they merely wasted fresh oxygen. Neither situation applies to the cases I’ll discuss below, undoubtedly those with some of the most ridiculous motives for murder you’ll ever hear.
By Criminal Matters4 days ago in Criminal
Comments (4)
Oh, well done! This is immersive and just lovely. "from the pear lip balm sun song that will bake on in the heat of the day." That baking metaphor is so beautiful. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Short and oh so sweet, so full of atmosphere and hope. Well written.
gorgeous work! So romantic & intimately Beautiful!
“I'll want to sip her gasp“ 😍 love that!!