And there was me lamenting where have all the DU gone? And in the space of a weekend, your good self, Mark and Gary appear and life seems a little bit normal again. I stay away from spiders these days. I can’t tell you how much I wish the best for you and Styx. Welsh Rob

Perfect timing. I was in a friends OLD basement and saw three spiders to the right of the door that opens to the backyard. Creepy things for sure – and kind of big.

And as for women, I’ve met one too many who were there to spin their web. To catch their prey. But through my cleverness and acts of evasion I eluded them. But oh, what I could have had. :))))))

Nice one, Adel.

Are you talking about my evil twin? She escaped? This is so good, and the way you wrapped it up with ” You know you want her to, was perfect.

It’s about time you posted something! I’m tired of everyone asking me where are you!
LOL. So pick up your own slack!
And here you are, finally! I sense the halloween theme that this seems to coincide with. And for the record, you’ve dressed a bit venomous before…I am so wrapped up.
Awesome visuals that you crafted within this clever write. Your artwork is equally impressive, but we must wait til ? For those.
So lovely to see you here my love!

Lol, spiders aren’t really my thing, but I’m glad to see your writes again, anyways 🌼

Hey Joe!!
This is an older one. Thought I’d try and post something. It’s been a while.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment amigo:)

Spiders at not my thing either. I appreciate from really far away!! In case that little guy decides to jump.
Then I’ll squash him like a cucaracha!! lol

Later gator!

Beautifully penned, Adel. Incredible imagery my friend and an excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

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