Picture Perfect .........Peeping Toms ~

First of all , please do accept my apologies for missing the action on here.....mine and yours . All i can say is ....the business of day to day life gets hectic at times and i am not such a great multi- tasker . I've been told by friends to pull up my socks and shake out the lazy bones , also at the same time a huge thank you to all of you who've written in to inquire where it is i am permanently going to be blogging here on in, with multiply closing down ....its tremendous motivation .

The theme at our favorite picture perfect this week is PEEPING TOMS....cherie is our darling host and i feel like a total rockstar at having inspired her choice of subject...ha ! Since i cannot use that particular photograph this week, i am going with a choice of three others , which may not be sound technical pictures but then....i am somebody who goes more for the FEEL of a scene ...the moment and the light....rather than specifications on my camera .....


THE ART AND PLEASURE OF BARGAINING 

BEHIND EVERY DOOR AJAR....THERE'S A STORY

THE CHEEK OF THIS PEEPING TOM

© Sonny


To view more fabulous peeping toms...check out------
http://thatswhenwesnapped.blogspot.in/2012/09/ppf-peeping-toms.html


~o0o~

Just this.......

 

Who knew that the
piercing cry of a cicada leads to a restlessness
so benign ...
you reassure you are...
but are you really mine
something about being alone ,
as this north wind chills the bones
it stares at my face
seemingly taunts
There's something...
something small....that i achingly want.
 

                                 I want it gentle and i want it slow
                                     i too want to be suffused
                                         with that enviable glow
                                            to know the feel
                                

                           how you write
                                       your name on my back... 

                                                                         with just a finger
 

                                     tracing the contours ....

                                                                   let it

                                                                         linger...
                                         

                                                                                                                     when the world goes quiet
                                                                                                        in the pale glow of the streetlights
                                                                          will you simply hold me tight ?

                                                          

                                                               When words refuse to cooperate and i get all tongue tied
                                                                                                  will you read each  unspoken syllable
                                                                                                                           written in my eyes.... ?
                                                                                                                       with each heaving breath
                                                                                                              as i hide my face in your chest
                                                                                                                     flushed in a crimson tide...
                                                                                                                            my hair all messed up
                                                                                                                         i know i will look a sight
                                                                                                         in that moment of uncertainty ...
                                                                                                             will you please hold me tight ?

 

Through the pores of your hand
the path that you trace
                           could you 

                                         umm....seal it with a kiss
                  at each secret place ?
       and in this soft silence....

                                     with naught a word uttered
                  again and again
                  all through the night
                                                                  promise to gather me close
                                                                   and hold on tight...

and maybe
maybe then
chewing on this lower lip

in consternation will lessen
and the heart wont pine
and i will know....that you really are mine...

© Sonny

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~o0o~