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Your Gift Of Light

Mirth – Word of the Day

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Your gift of Light

I once sat in a darkened room,
no sliver of light under the door,
a thorough black.
Though, I wasn’t alone.

I sighed, just a contented sigh.
The sigh of a good day’s end,
astringent wine and camembert,
and you.

The day has now flown,
night has encamped.
We forgot the light and
sat knowing without seeing.

I asked if you remembered.
You know, that time?
Your smile sparkled,
a galaxy of its own.

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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That Dress

Amorous – Word of the Day

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‘The Kiss’ by Gustave Klimt (1862 – 1918), born in Austria, Klimt was part of an era of radical social and cultural challenge, as an artist he was deeply influenced by Freud and became a symbolist painter, though far from subtle. His paintings are deeply erotic. He was a founder of the Vienna Secession movement which was ecclectice – it had no proclaimed style but rather welcomed all to coexist. He was considered ahead of his time.

 

That Dress

So still, the noise has gone, replaced by the beating pulse in my temples. It’s so warm in here, I loosen my tie, anticipation, my breathing shallow. A smile creases my lips. Wow, that dress, a cliche no more. Black, which looks stunning against your pale , soft skin. That alluring dip draws my eyes to the equally glorious rise, how a necklace would grace that. A length to show off your legs … I take your hand, so cool compared to mine. Time is warped, everything a blur, the air is electric, but you say nothing. I’m shaking inside as I reach out and touch your dress, a subtle swish as I graze the fabric. My heart leaps, dizzying, a kiss, surely yes …

“Can I help you sir?” “Wha … What?” I stutter. Jolted, stung, it wasn’t you. Who? My hand leaves yours, a smear of sweat remains, so hot in here. “Can I help you sir?” I blankly stare. “Are you looking for a gift for someone, your wife perhaps?” Noise rushing in, lights, sounds, movement, confused I shake my head. My ardour dampened, I leave the dun, and muted mannequin and retreat, but oh my, that dress.

©Paul Cannon

 

Donna Summer “I Feel Love”

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Photo Challenge: Smile

via Photo Challenge: Smile

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Lyn and Karen, a lovely photo taken 12 September 2013, on the occasion of Jon and Anna’s wedding. Smiles are both a reflection of joy and happiness in the moment, and also received empathically as joy and a reason to be joyful. I found the smiles infectious.

Paul,

pvcann.com

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