http://www.writerscafe.org/cilla The original writings of author cilla en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369023697 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                                        iwould wrap you in fursadornyou with jewelsan.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1094880/ the words havepassedprecisely andcarefullylike finetreasurespreserved withinthe family.and yet we standtodayand stare with aweand wonderinto the darknessof the skyand wait for thewords to sound again ….  there were .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1072742/ there was a time for coffee and cigarettes then, when the sky outside chased its amber glow and night became an inevitability. what words were spoken which foreshadowed that you would go and i would be left behind? the spontaneity of your laughter is a whisper now .... perhaps, even then, you were.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1047474/ beneath thepale light of a lost, lonely moonwe moved andflirted to an old familiar tunepressed soclose together your skin touching minewe danced ourslow dance in syncopated time       movingwith a lazy sway&n.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1034095/                                      felt you         &nbsp.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1027297/   rainydays were meant for lingering lovers who consume themselves in a singular passion which erupts with such intensity they become captives of ebb and flow which locks them together in a pain and desire so pure, as to be insatiable. rain cascades down curious windows.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1027099/ raw silk spun the soft light of the morning sky,colors of our day fresh and new,words of love flowed in a whispering sighof this once wishful dream come truea once wishful dream now more than a dreamto be loved by a girl like you. shadowed pastels dance a.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1019143/ the sad story of you andi,and the walls thatsurround us,and the sky thatsurrounds us,and the universe thatsurrounds us,          until our physical boundaries          become unf.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1015673/ those who will not touchyou,oh, they'll take yourhand orwrap you in a thinembrace butall of time, theyturn their heads,spinning, spinningtheir luxurious cocoons;they dream of flight.they will not.          the.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1015668/ night movesthe wingless cloudsacross the faint sphereof hushed moonlightshe sleepsshe does not seebut turns in hernylon silken flowing gownbeneath sheets which glide like quiet riversshe dreams as night movesto trace the thin lacyrim of her bod.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1008833/ the first twilight starsfaint whispers in a skyofgolden yellow orange red slowly fading into layersofblue turn to violet turnto indigo framed by our summerwindow asi turn and look into youreyesyour heart beating withmineyour body molding to mineyou.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/1003781/ a story of one woman's sexual awakening ... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/995514/ fadingprism colors edged the twilight skysoftblankets to welcome the coming darknesswhilethe sun warmed another faraway placeibathed in her warmth. thebold, graceful curves of our bodies touchingthesoftness of her skin, the lush scent of herthesweet.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/985614/ the sultry sun rose like passionate desiremelting the watercolors of the pale skycreating trickling streams of hot, salty sweaton soft, supple flesh. we are the fire born of the heat of the daywe are children of the awakening sky together circling stars of our own bright sunours.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/982790/ Created by the Greek poetess Sappho of Lesbos, c 600 BC - the Sapphic stanza is a metric poetic form spanning 4 lines: Three of eleven syllables and one of five. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/982778/ from my heart freely given to the heart of the one i love ... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/977037/ it is winter, love, our winter, andthough the snows of many seasonsappear to narrow the paths before us,it is nothing more than the illusion of time and its unbroken circle.the soft, freshness of this new snowwill mark our footstepsas it always has andnow our eyes that long to sleepmust now .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/976259/ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/967084/ The name Sonnet is derived from the Italian meaning "little song" and so it is that these fourteen line poems are meant to be poetic music. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/966959/   http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/966821/ baby gets bluewhen night time rolls around,my baby gets bluewhen night time rolls around,         she sits watching out the window        while her daddy goes to town. i told my babydon't you love no .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/878038/ while the gentle snow falls on the forest deep,like softest fleece gathering on firs and pines,let love be the nestling wool to warm your heart,on this winter night. on this winter night when the moon pales the sky,frozen streams of muted light mark the dim path,and wispy shadows .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/840538/     come and love me early in the morning,when the golden sun is still on the rise.wake and take me softly without warning,let me feel the love i see in your eyes. when the heat of the sky scorches the day,i will melt like chocolate in your hands.indulg.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/711469/ when my story’s ragged pages fell apart;when wasted tears washed away every wordand my precious ink bloodied the killing floor,i thought you would leave. cloth bracelets mark this latest crucifixion;when i became another pathetic christfulfilling my own hopeless and empty .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/687921/ coming of age ... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/687675/ there were cloudswhite and purein the bright morning skythat was no sky at allbut the wistful curveof a willowy bodyblown acrossand adriftin the eyesof the fair morning sky;there were treestall and boldthat were no trees at allbut faceslong ago sealedin statues of wood .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/680627/ child of the sunchild of the moon darkness passes over darknessshe drifts through your lifelike warm shadowscaught in the moodof your half-opened eyesstillness encircles stillness … she is lightshe is beautyshe is truth in the concentricityof your embryon.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/680204/ pass through lightto light,pass through darkness,darkness asdreamlikewindowswhich look out to the worlda world that looks in throughwindows;pass through sadness,sadness,pass through joy,pass through,the walls are made of windowsinviting in a summer breezeand love swept .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/679560/ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/676784/   http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/445534/      this is of nightfor i seem to flourishin this colorless blackwhen the sky iswashed with stars and a worldboth troubledand perplexedsleeps,it sleeps …this is of nightand the peaceful ecstasyof soundless euphoria,the mind travels,it .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/422769/ from the dark and introspective to the romantic and sensuous, this is a group of poems both old and new that needed a place to call home hope you enjoy ~ cilla ~ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/422768/  marissa a city river is too coldto have taken such a pretty nameyou were a child of the islandsof warm crystal waters sparklinglike diamonds of liquid sunlightin the endless days of summercolorful fish swam near the coraltheir playful shadows dissolving in the still calm dept.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/381954/  we left early that morning,long before the sun cameto light the dull shacks andpoor tenements of east tupelo.long before the sleepy headsstirred in the morning twilight.poor trash, they were called,the unfortunate sons and daughters,generation after generation,spawned by th.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/378253/  morning twilight anda sleepy world stirs asthe first blush of the sunseeps over the horizonso it is for we too love the pale light creeping into the quiet stillnesswhere together we lie two spoons nestled in the calm darkness as darkness yields to light and ghostly shadows appear e.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cilla/371931/