Curtains billow, stirring the room’s stagnant molecules, dissipating flower perfume, caressing skin. Perched on the windowsill, I gaze out at the rushing river, watching the happy, hazy stars twirling across its surface. Dizzily, they spin in time with my heart’s own ecstasy.
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Beautiful writing, Silverleaf. Lovely imagery!
Thank you, Susan!
Billow was a new word for me and i loved the effect it created.
Lovely little piece
Thank you, Ruby – glad I provided a new word 🙂
Beautiful sense of motion in every line.
Oh, those summer nights when everything is heavy – sheets, thoughts, molecules. I felt the relief of the breeze as I read.
I’m so glad I was able to accurately convey the memory of this night. Thanks, Nate.
So beautiful. This captures that first blush of infatuation so perfectly.
That is exactly what this is – a memory of those first sleepless nights, overcome with infatuation. Glad I married him 🙂 And I’m glad this all came through in the piece – thanks, Stacie!
The imagery you created is poetic and beautiful. With such a beautiful starry night I think I wouldn’t be able to sleep either. It would be too good to miss!