monae doyle

"If death takes me and we never meet, don't forget that I longed to meet you." #HellWarrior

A once-in-a-lifetime moment: heart-shaped lightning striking above Miami 💜⚡

on the guileless shore the #seafoam let fall its salt & debris tracing fine lines across the pristine sand pressing into the grain of its cloth along that innocence the waves sealed their dissonance rhythming the ground with mother-of-pearl & what is left to count #vss365 #poem

Fields of Flight

We met where the tide forgets itself in that quiet shimmer between breath and longing, your fingers tracing constellations on my skin like you were trying to rename the night. You spoke in soft collisions, words dissolving into kisses, and I learned how silence can glow when two hearts lean close enough. There was magic in the way you held me not tight, but certain, like even the ocean envies what we’ve found in each other. And somewhere in the hush of it all, #seafoam curled around our ankles, whispering secrets only lovers understand that even waves return, just to feel a touch like this again. #vss365

At our feet the cool sea foams as we leisurely pace the beach waves rush back & back & back in their hurried & desperate reuniting at the shore’s edge while April’ssun wakes the early afternoon & the soft clouds scatter to the ocean sliding back.

Let's talk about under the covers Where there's no need for words Where we leave our mark and the shelter stills the rain A solace we embrace Without pretence, intense We keep the lights low Now we can begin The world outside can wait This space is ours Where hurried motion ends

i love watching the stars

from the breath of spring a summer whisper where wild roses in sunshine bloom on the #bank of my coastal river and I ask is it the breeze that keeps you from reaching out I almost do for dreams of something more stay in my heart. #vss365

Iridescence of a Blue Morpho butterfly 📹 Mathieu Griffon

natures stolen tenderness comes when the grass wet with dew clings to your toes when the willow bends low just to gather you in her shade when sunflowers tilt their faces and quietly hand you their light as if the earth was always trying to be gentle #FoxProse @FoxProse

She tastes of sugar weather, The snow falls softly outside her window, As the sweetness of the hot cocoa, Slides against her tongue. She drums her fingers on the tabletop, Waiting for the snow to stop, Waiting for the weather, To cooperate with her daily desires. #firewords 🔥 April 14th-sugar weather *original poem 📸 Gypsy

I see a storm is brewing... I check outside, To see the sky is cloudy, A good sign, My heart swells, The anticipation is thick in the air, All is well, There's nothing like a storm, A book read, As the rain falls against the window, A storm brings peace. #FireWords 🔥 April 15th-cloudy swells *original poem 📸 Betty Danna

The lonely sheets hanging on the line are dancing there together like we did in that little hideaway where we had each other and I laid with you half asleep listening to your heart beats beats these memories come like exquisite & perfect treats.!

The lonely sun Hanging low with a weary eye A man's soft hands Worked hard today A cat, his shadow following near He resides where solitude has lain He ran from a blur of hurried feet He stood by a window pane, and let out a sigh The day's slow end Has a comfort in his lone place

Today's walk. #Brooklyn #tulips

The clouds form so beautiful today I am lost for #words describing them How wonderful they play with the sky Underneath the world plays on by But I find my little time to appreciate How the art in the sky blows my mind #vss365 #word

would you sit with me to watch the apricot sun kiss the horizon goodnight as waves gently caress the shore, then watch pirouetting stars play loop the loop to the melody of the moon lighting our midnight sky, would you stay with me until the glowing sunrise dances in our eyes.

Blindfolded in velvet dark, you wait, every sense stripped bare except the heat of breath, my fingers ghost without a touch too late, until your body begs for what it can’t forget. The silk across your eyes devours the light, leaving only sound—my whisper, low and near, a single fingertip trails fire through the night, awakening skin that trembles in primal fear. No sight, no mercy, just the slow, cruel game, your wrists bound soft while silence screams your name, I hover close enough to drive you insane, then pull away, feeding hunger with your flame. Deprived of everything but aching need, you arch into nothing, desperate, wild, unchained, until my mouth descends—your only creed— and shatters you in darkness, unrestrained.