#imperialprompts

LIVE

You close your eyes, sighing with the chill
In the air.
The window’s open – it’s a Spring night
And there is no need
To get all warmed up. Not yet.
Summer will come.

So you close your eyes and turn off
The lights, lay in bed
And whisper into the night:
‘I am yours. Oh! Dearest dark!’

The night is silent, not a single sound
Only the breeze comes
Like a lover’s caress that says
‘I am waiting, dear one.’

-Ely C. Winters. | Prompt #20

You look at her move and clap,
Swing to a rhythm only she can hear;
Never once asking what she’s trying to trap.
Nor see the tear that slides down out of fear.

In happy ignorance you stand and stand by her side,
Already thinking of her as your bride.

But here is the thing you do not know:
She’s not a dancer, but a fighter on the floor;
One that is fighting her greatest foe,
And her demons lock behind a dark door.

-Ely C. Winters. | Prompt #153

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