Tom
Tom belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Melbourne & Victoria and The Red Writing RoomEvery night, she curled herself into the arch of his back; nestled into his thoracic and minding the spurs.
Whilst he slept, she allowed her edges to relax, tangling within the whispers escaping from his dreams.
Puuskatte.
She wondered where he went at night, his back arched and body bare. His creative hands would clench sometimes and she couldn’t help herself enough to stop; she’d gently paw at his knuckles, teasing them to open.
At sunrise, his eyes would contain the chimera leftovers and she could smell it; the eventide he’d passed through, the stubborn yesterdays that only dared to return at night.
In the morning light, curled on a window seat with a view of possibility, she blinks her eyes slowly at the over sleeping moon, still dangling in the sky, too heavy to slide away and full of the wishes of an ordinary man.
© ryan
eon .
beautiful
aglaia b
so beautifully animated. ;-) xox
Lisa Jewell
tender and beautifully romantic.
and I have such a glorious vision of the ocean lapping at my feet. xx
lianne
Beautiful, tender, with a hint of longing for an even deeper intimacy – to be under the skin, to wander in the dreams of the one you love. Evocative and lovely!
linaji
good God.. this really takes my breath away.. ( I have never said this comment to anyone)
_Whilst he slept, she allowed her edges to relax, tangling within the whispers escaping from his dreams.~
I feel this in my bones…
Rhinovangogh
Good gawd! You really nailed this one. So much with so little. Excellent!
erich biemer
so tender….
ArcadiaTempest
I tom cat kinda man who curls up to dream ….. your a bliss writer of mood and feeling Nic…
A pleasure to read and feel the curl of the dreams in this …XXX
jim marshal
Positively enchanting, hung on every word…
JenniferB
such beautiful imagery and emotion is drawn from this.
sandra22
“At sunrise, his eyes would contain the chimera leftovers and she could smell it; the eventide he’d passed through, the stubborn yesterdays that only dared to return at night.
A gorgeous visual read, so lovely and sigh…sandra
lawrie .
a contented purr from this corner ;-)
Mark Ramstead
Tom is a lucky man…
rjcolby
A purrfect read. A cat lover delight.
Shanina Conway
Awww…your making me all warm and fuzzy…such a lovely read and feeling too;)
hsien-ku
At sunrise, his eyes would contain the chimera leftovers and she could smell it; the eventide he’d passed through, the stubborn yesterdays that only dared to return at night.
i loved these lines . . . such a beautiful piece of writing. such strong imagery!
ShadowDancer
oh wow, pj… this is so rich, so luxurious… i feel as if i’ve slumbered in a warm velvet blanket after drinking warm tea, curled up with my loved one… catching his dreams as he sleeps. xxx
gretchen .
full of the wishes of an ordinary man ... sister girl there is nothing i can say back to that. love you, love your words. x o x
butchart
brilliant writing… at times i wasn’t sure if i was reading of a lover or a cat.. or somehow both… but maybe that was the point….. regardless..beautiful sensual imagery…. that last paragraph blew me away…....... bravo….......b
colorblind
tangling within the whispers escaping from his dreams
this is a very nice piece that was amazing and was a geyser of enjoyment
Teacup
feel so relaxed and calm after this soft, gentle write… will say adieu for tonight and have sweet dreams. Beautiful pj. xx