Darken My Doorway
Come to me, on slippered feet, chipped porcelain in hand; the saucer rings with delight as it’s lover, Cup, sits lightly in its lap.
Come to me, on dark winter days when your shadow darkens my doorway and I can hear the Raven on the lamppost, her mournful cry piercing the darkness as the cold air follows you in.
Come to me, on these hallowed floorboards where your love is honoured with your knuckles and knees, silent but for how your eyes beg, beg, beg.
16 Comments
Life of Elliott...
‘Come to me on slippered feet’… I love that thought. Nice poem, V. Yes, the image does cause eyes to beg.
May
Dreamy and mystic feel to the image x
Modesty Ablaze (@ablazingmodesty)
Oh yes . . . Kneel and crawl !
Perfect . . . and beautifully composed (words and photo) !
Wonderful !!!
Xxx – K
Marie Rebelle
Love the words, and then hot damn, the image! Beautiful!
Rebel xox
Posy Churchgate
The image is subtly sexy but the words – they are powerful indeed.
Asrai Devin
I love the thought of begging eyes.
Molly
Such a clever image, just a snippet but one that leads the mind to thoughts of the flesh
Mollyx
Cara Thereon
This made me sigh. It was dreamy.
nopantsendurance
Love the cool blues leading to the warm rosy flesh!
Violet
That’s my favourite part too
E.L. Byrne
Perfect combination of words and image!
MPB
A beautiful image, I too love the colour contrasts xx
Jaime Mortimer
Love the words.
And that nice, slightly mysterious sexy photo!
Perfect!
Littlegem
Beautiful words and image!
Zebra Rose
I love how the selective focus draws the eye right to the nipple, and the way the skin tone contrasts with the blue background – such a simple shot but so complex at the same time.
Brigit Delaney
What a lovely tease, peeking just inside my view.