Awesome poetry, Styx. I always enjoy your articulation.

Thank you Tim. I’m trying to get away from my long prose pieces and attempt things more poetic. My goal anyway. LOL.

This gives me hints of Egypt and Africa. The chalice is a beautiful offering of self. Love this.

Beautifully penned, Mark. Incredible imagery my friend, amazing write. Appreciate you.

Damian

And this is why Mark. This is why we write. Impeccable as ever. Tis always been a joy to read you. Do I get an invite to the wedding? A Welshman running loose under U.S of A skies.

Need to share this. It cut me like a blade into the guts, but I have moved on. There will never be enough room in my heart to thank the likes of you and Gary. In redemption, Rob

Ah but Rob, I’m only a two generation back American. My people were boat people. LOL. I enjoy the diversity of cultures, obviously. It is how we progress as humans. Yes? All of my years in the Army further strengthened that belief.
Del and I are not rushing a wedding. And, we just may elope to Vegas when the time comes. So far we are still doing the airplane rides back and forth to see each other. (Jobs, etc… ) But the future is obviously obvious for us.
As for writing, I’m still hacking at what I hope is worthy reads. I look for like-minded writers such as yourself, that are into the crafting of it all. No fluff, no generic porn just for attention. I will take a handful of dedicated writers to surround myself with, because it betters me. It was a reward discovering your own material. And still is. Som thank you for the comradery.

Oh. This read makes me feel like molten lava. Truly. It’s not rushed and had me smiling the whole time I read it. I have not written in a while. Material like this gets me motivated. I wish I had 4 arms! I’d get more work done! Great nod to intimacy honey. This is fantastic! Love you:)

Reading this poem felt like stepping into a sanctuary where intimacy becomes devotion. Its language carries a quiet heat, dignified yet deeply stirring. “Your fingers are pilgrims” and “read me in cursive” stood out to me as moments of profound connection, not just passion. The closing image, “a candle still warm at the wick,” leaves a soft afterglow – a reminder that some encounters echo long after they’ve passed.

Wonderful comment, Romaj.
I’m finding some keen motivation here in Starsrite, to write what I hope to be quality reads. Include yourself in that motivation. You are a gifted writer.
The “warm at the wick” was my fav idea and carried this write for me. A snuffed candle, yet that served its purpose.

This is an outstanding, passionate and heart touching piece, Styxian! The imagery and the wording are brilliant! I love how you elevate your relationship to a higher spiritual level by using cross references to the divine, like the Psalms or the chalice!

Very muchly enjoyed sir .. Neville 😎👍

“I am yours, not for the night,
but for the echo it leaves in our bones.” This thought spoke to me Styxian. The whole of the poem did as well. There is a feel of REAL Love, the kind that shares not only the intimacy, but everything that life presents to both of you. A sharing that leads to a hold-fast bond. I don’t think many have this kind of shared connection, or this kind of love. You express it delicately as well as passionately. Really, nicely written Styxian.

-Curt

Cool stuff Fia !

I caught a bad case of covid last week! It kicked my ass! It went through my work and got a few of us. I’m all better now!

Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you.

Damian

How exciting!! I’m late to the post but the video put me right there with ya!
Congrats amiga:)

Haha. Got to love those flirtatious moments. I also agree it needed the profanity. Not that I’m big on censorship anyway.

Great ink

Holiday romances in far off destinations make the world go round and generally a much happier place .. if only briefly .. two weeks would be tops for me now .. Hell, it doesn’t even need to be a faraway place these days .. anywhere beyond the garden gate would be just fine .. I dunno whether todays offering is a product of a wickedly well primed imagination .. or whether these events genuinely happened .. either way, it doesn’t matter, I applaud your frankness & originality .. Kind regards, Neville

A sizzling, playful scene full of tension and wit. The narrator’s boldness and the flirtatious back-and-forth make this a fun, electric read.

Tremendous work. Powerful.

Passionately penned, Fia. Always love your storytelling my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Hoi hoi
You know that I am a fan of your for DUP’s ago.
And I won’t/don’t want to bagatelize (or what’s it spelled) the other one walking away, but how about envying the back pockets?

I lured à very lovely person in writing such a poem (lyrics) and it dried up very well.
Maybe it’ll be a possibility to retaliate???

Other than that à lovely write. What’s this with this à all the time?
You’re the sharp person. I’m not your fan for nothing!
Warmest greetings from Gus

The brave and bold flirting is fun to read, although this old fuddy-duddy was always too shy to carry on that way. Nice that she told him right out that she was married. Sexual attraction is part of us and I don’t think you can make it go away. (I certainly haven’t stopped noticing the girls. Heh-Heh!)

Oh, that was excellent. How nice to read something that is what it is and does not have to apologize for it. I could absolutely see this entire encounter,

Very nice interaction, did this really happen?
If so, did you make the call? So many questions attached to this
creative piece. Thank you

Oh this was seduction writing at its finest. The dialogue grabbed me and held me there like the best encounter with a woman I have ever had. This really rocked big time. You have the dialogue down perfectly. My attention was riveted. And there were surprises around every turn in the dialogue. The suspense of what would happen next had me completely enthralled., Great storytelling. You had me stimulated beyond belief just by the dialogue alone with no graphic depictions just the prospect of the bedroom affair.

John

Kind of an ironic ending. I sense a kind of lightheartedness in this. Nice one, J.

A cancer among the freckles…now that is an interesting take. As a poet, you are saying they heal..Are short story writers considered a placebo?
Being that I write both, would I be considered a test subject? Hmm
I like this.

This poem is so clever and darkly funny. The metaphors are brilliant, especially the idea of freckles as little poems and “melanoma words” as a threat. It makes the piece feel both whimsical and sharp, a tone perfectly captured by its fantastic title, “Dangerous Advice from a Poet Playing a Doctor.” Great Write, j.

Brilliant work, my friend.

hmmm let’s see, I don’t write short stories, I don’t have freckles, so all I can do is read your poem Jacob. And if you don’t mind my saying, it’s one fukin’ freckley good poem. The kind of freckle poem that gets under the skin of those who think they know art but understand nothing at all. Why do such people run our society, create cultural wars, and are a menace to humanity?!

So here goes a reading: once upon a time in Frecklesville….. LOL
-Curt

Powerfully penned, Jacob. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian