Hidden under Linen (Prose)

past the table, folded napery
alongside the window, you sit
a Cafe, worn rustic floorboards
the solid against decorated lace
gazing deep in thought
I watch, glasses raised, across a room
full of bodies busy with their own
fantasies

romantic encounters
secret liasons
a salute to erotic novelty ahead
presents itself, to my right
I can only smile
not knowing thoughts
of young lovers, legs draped
hidden under linen

you smile in my direction
a natural arrangement
of your features
the room quiet
for split seconds in time
as eyes meet

are you waiting for someone
glancing at me, the polite smile
traded between strangers
whose eyes met
at the same time
you, extravagantly handsome
I sit, as if on the edge of a desert
craving salt from your lips

©jmtacken Feb 25 2014

Who knows who? (Prose)

Skinny latte?
warm smile, hand raised

flat white decaf?
here he said
finishes
slight wink

smokin’….hot

feet tucked in, ankles crossed
just watchin’

grabs the sugar
he reaches ~ hands brush

head thrown back, warm smile
flirtatious
he’s smitten, she feels the vibe

conversation easy

wrapped around little finger

watches coffee cream
on balmed ruby lips
tongue smooths it gone

before he has the chance

he wants to sprawl
across the plate filled table
grab the back of her head
make intentions clear

ruby lips needn’t talk

she’s smitten, I can tell

©JTacken Jan 2014

and yes Latte’s and decaf not around In Mr. Dean’s time…ahh mores the pity

Souls of the night

the call of distant pipes listen
can you hear the mandolin gentle strum
its melody drifting to the fire, we watch
as moon light splinters the clouds
and bounces onto golden flames

love circled by young hearts
the gentle rustling of leaves on boughs
natures perfume drifts as darkness
enfolds the woods, this summers eve
shadowing the castle walls 

a raven calls as black as night, wings in flight
venturing across the skies, you play to me
sparks soar merging with the fire-flies
my heart softened by the sound
by earth itself

trembling hands we reach, as shooting stars
take their journey, lowered head I blush
for love that is divine, untarnished
gathered skirts, I clasp your hand in mine
giving of our love, the only sounds I hear
is your love for me, the pipes and mandolin

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Written whilst listening to Loreena

‘Tween Winter and Summer Spring Sings Hello

candied orange peel toffee apple red
colours drift to ground casting autumn aside

gloom of winter darkened days
scattered shadows dissipate
frozen morns forgotten goodbye to
nights crispiness as it migrates
for another year

a new season has begun swaying harmony
blossom creaminess caresses the perfumed
breeze floating downwards laying natures carpet
beneath my feet soft blades invite themselves
between my toes spring shows her calling card

scented flowers rainbow from the earth
accompany shy buds eager to display confidence
trees dressed in petalled outfits snuggle leaves
to waken
light of spring holds till late no shadowy clouds spoil
and daffodil trumpets herald the sun to
vibrantly dance

romance smiling faces sun kissed lovers
stroll energised hand in hand

bees buzz
cats purring stretch lazily in sunny alcoves
eggs crack new born feathers break out
to spread their wetted wings
foals unsteady feet
greet the world in warmth on lush and
grassy knolls whilst
deers bend to nuzzle nose of young
hidden amongst forest verdurous
Spring permeating..perfumed..perfection

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Open and welcome critique please

Written for http://dversepoets.com/2013/04/20/poetics-spring/

Write at the Merge Prompt – ‘My world’s in a bubble’

Cuddled together
a blanket of coloured wool
surrounds our shoulders
clink of glasses
toasting each other
as we look ahead to the lake
and the mountain beyond
plunging into the depths
where we cannot swim
feed me fresh strawberries
smile as juice trickles down
my chin grab a handkerchief
gently wipe as I stupidly grin
watch ants round our feet
and lift our legs high
not wanting a bite this makes
us laugh at the small things
the large things the colours
the clouds drifting through
heavens this worlds indeed ours
for all that I have
right here and right now
is our own nirvana
away from the crowds
as like the bubble that
drifts in the breeze
all that I need is
right here with me

For 

Foggy windows

The Word is TICKET

He boarded the train, icy winter winds blowing, dead of night
I watched him take his seat, peer at me through the foggy window
brushing his forearm against the glass with the woollen coat I had bought
him to keep him warm, he made a hole in the fogginess so we could see other,
I with tissues in hand, standing, shivering on the platform, him forlorn

we had kissed and said our last goodbyes, he was moving away, but he was
moving alone, I had been promoted, I had worked hard for years, up the
corporate ladder for a company that now owed me, I was not going to give
that up, I nodded trying to smile this was our final good-bye, not knowing
if our paths would ever cross again, the pain piercing my heart was excruciating

I longed to sit beside him, hold his hand, kiss his soft mouth, to forget
what I had worked so hard for, to tell him how wrong I was, that my place
was with him, by his side now…always, we stared through the window, wasn’t
our love stronger, he asked me to join him, several times, I had refused
we argued, how could I leave, this is what I wanted more than anything

me, always the high achiever, letting my job get in the way, was a
hefty pay increase and a flash new office offering me more happiness
than what we had together, I walked up to the window and placed my hands upon
the glass, he did the same, he kissed the fogginess, drew a heart with our initials, my hands slipped off slowly, I turned and walked away, torn between my love for him and my wants, my greediness

I didn’t look back to see the expression on his face nor him mine
the snow blown wind struck my face, walking to the counter – one ticket
please, I asked, one ticket to follow my heart

For : Sunday Scribblings

Kisses in the afternoon

I do not care if others see
Or shake heads with their disgust
I care not for the murmurings
that are uttered in the background
right here… right now
I only care for your embrace
your salty lips to eagerly touch mine
letting inhibitions loose be free
the drink can go to waste

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For The Mag

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