May I lay my head, on
Your chest
Lightly?
On until the sun has set?
Vulnerability, can pour into your hands.
Everlasting, I’ll give you hand cups more.
Falling back into a deep sleep…
Once again
Replaying your soft kisses
You wake me
Once more, in a deep trance
Unarmed with arms open.
About the Creator
Keke
The only place where I can truly be myself, is through the art of writing.
Just being kind is enough in this world?
There’s a well-known saying that suggests financial strength is the source of anyone’s confidence; money, it claims, can remedy all inferiority complexes. The notion is that kindness is futile — excellence is the key.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 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
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Such a cozy story. Nestle close and be at rest.