March of Mine

Days and nights go by. The longing to hold you nearer only nears my heart, which now beats in the rhythm of your footsteps as you walk away from me. My feet stand affixed to the ground; there's only the sound of you roaring by in your four-wheeled fort. *** Art by WeatherQas

Lovers in March

Art by Jian Wei Shen

Lovers in March spent in each other's arms. The Sun glistens the newly-emerged sweat-beads. The cold north Breeze kisses their perspiration dry, and yet they lie with a will to perspire more. Words are not spoken in numbers great, neither of the two fret, but at each other's sealed lips they plant kisses; must their… Continue reading Lovers in March