Beautifully penned, Adel. What an amazing expression of your love for Mark, this is a lovely write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is beautifully written.I’m happy I inspired you o write one for him. ;))

Love letters are a form of showing emotions and ow can you be late showing or experiencing love. We truly believe the first o to the trough eats fast and gets full fast. We think slow love is eternal satisfying, never late, or bloating. great piece of love here Lady

Despite all my bullshit, I am a sucker for romance. I wish you 2 all the happiness and luck in the world.

~~~
Every mile, every hour
you live within my breath,
a steady pulse that anchors me
when distance stretches thin

Your words move through my days
like soft February weather,
a hush of rain that touches me
with the warmth of being wanted

And on the nights you feel alone,
I feel the echo of it too
Two hearts leaning across the dark
trying to meet in the middle

So tonight I’m answering
the love you sent on paper
with love requited onto parchment
-The way my heart never stutters
My dedicated heart
turns like a lantern toward you
casting its quiet devotion
across the miles between us

I send you gentle dreams
of moonlit windows and open skies
Where the night curves softly
around the shape of your name
And if the stars have traveled
fifty‑one years to find you
then I’ll follow their bright trail
until it leads me to your door

Because every line you wrote
found a home inside me
and now, with deliberate hands
I’m sending you love upon parchment,
where it can be kept
pressed tightly to your heart.
~~~

I love you Del. Thank you for the poem! You are incredible in so many ways. And I am so fortunate.

You, my dear, deserve the best I can be. I won’t stop trying to keep your smile going. Sickness and in health, yaknow?!

OH! This is a goody to go with my taco and tea.

I just loved this. The sheer lyrical imagery danced in my heart as I read. I could feel the playful and oh so passionate joy here. This is what I love about poetry. When a person of your gift writes poetry that makes me want to dance on clouds.

John

LOL.
Sounds like nirvana. Yeah?
I myself am kinda weird perhaps, in that I’m not a touchy guy with strangers on me. Yet in personal life I am very touching and receive it well. I think it’s a comfort thing. I’ve had a combative life from early on, so hands on usually meant aggression.
So no, I’ve never had a professional massage, nor do I ever want one. I’ve done physical therapy for injuries, etc. But that is not the same as going limp and letting some stranger be all on me. I get more tense. LOL.
Luckily I have Del, who brings out my comfort zones wonderfully.
As for your experience, i take it that you will want a follow up, in due time? LOL

Cleverly penned, Fia. Who knew getting massages could turn so dangerous. lol. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

The massage is indeed a very ancient form of healing, relief, spiritual elevation. But there is very little of anything good without the pain of releasing. Great piece Lady

OUCH… the muscles in my stomach usually cramp up after the massage … and that is usually not the result of the massage… but that can work as well… ok stop rolling your eyes… you had to mention the massage didn’t you?!?!?!?

Mmmm…this is givin me flashbacks of hot coals on my neck
while my dainty masseuse slow walked down spine. Shit…it was either tap out or pass out
Sexy write indeed, lady

Much respect

Naaj

Hahahaha. I’m glad you lived to tell the tale! You had me smiling the whole write. lol
I love a good message. I went once for a birthday party. The birthday girl had her hair braided so when she came out it was all messed up. Like she was in a fight or something but she said it was a head message. Sometimes I wonder! Lol

I’m pretty sure this is one of those that can be taken in more than one way .. I certainly love a decent massage .. and I am also acutely aware there is a certain point of pleasure where blurring occurs & gets confused with pain .. like I said, there is a certain point that will vary from one individual to another .. I’m talking about thresholds here & poetry .. Nice .. Neville 😎👍

This is deep and takes the mind to a place that makes you ponder what we are witnessing today, could it be avoided if we just remembered past events instead of letting it just fade into the back ground

Tight rhymes, amigo. Sing your songs, even silently. They still hit.

hello dearest Damian this made me sad the horde is so ficke my friend I feel you ❤️

Well damn. This reads like a whiskey bottle that learned to rhyme. I can practically hear the guitar echoing off brick walls. You really said, “Let’s take a road trip with regret,” and made it sound cool. Brooding in the best way. I’m into it.

A beautifully chaotic board, fitting for a poem about drifting identities, inner shadows, and the erosion of meaning. You’ve written something that feels like a road‑worn blues song fused with psychological noir.

I got the feel of a New York City late night blues while reading this excerpt of a journey.
C Train, getting off at W 4th St, an urban couple getting frisky and fussy in public, a homeless man marking his territory,
a rat scurrying beneath the 3rd rail as the lone guitarist curates those city blues.

Straight diggin this vibe, D

Much respect

Naaj

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I try brother, I try. lol. Appreciate you.

Damian

“Dark passenger”…now that’s a concept i like to delve into very much. Relating to this wholeheartedly. Maybe a tad too much lol.

I don’t know where this one took others, and I’m refusing to check yet. But to me, this reads as those who are watching evil taking the stage and are documenting what they see. It reminds me of a name much in the news these days, and the vile things perpetrated and orchestrated by him. But that one man couldn’t have done any of those things without a lot of collaboration from a lot of others. Many of whom are currently destroying our world. The blues in the shadows fits this vibe so perfectly. And regardless where it takes people, it takes us, my friend

Not sure why I imagined a literal cat with guitar… But then it has this bluesy feel, nostalgic, that delta-blues style.
Cool write my friend.