Snack time with Moriarty and Watson

 

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 8

 #AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 8

He kissed me. I couldn't believe it. 

He actually kissed me!

And then I woke up.

Damn.

© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#kiss #microfiction #flashfiction #dream 

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 7

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 7

'The Royal Box'

“My Lady, he turned. “Will you see if I’ve left my program?” He recalled placing it on the rail.

She picked it up in her gloved hand, “Here it is, Your Majesty.”

He took her in his arms, “Won’t you call me Peter?” He pressed his lips to hers.

“Peter,” she murmured, closing her eyes.

© Osquer Campbell 2022

#kiss #flashfiction #microfiction 

#AtFirstKiss Vol. 6

 

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 6

"Country Waltz"

Ages of waiting came to this

For the first time could had overthrown should 

He bent his head for our first kiss 

Beer and cigarettes never tasted so good

© Osquer Campbell 2022

for Kiefer Sutherland

#poetry #kiss 

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 5

 #AtFirstKiss 💋Vol. 5

I awoke

with the memory

of your kiss

on my lips

though we've never met

© Osquer Campbell 2022

#kiss #micropoetry #poetry #poem 

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 4

 #AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 4

That moment when a gasp becomes a sigh...

© Osquer Campbell 26 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#flashfiction #kiss #micropoetry #microfiction

#AtFirstKiss 💋Vol. 3

 #AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 3

I dropped to the floor

in front of him,

moving closer

so that we were

knee to knee,

thigh to thigh,

hip to hip,

belly to belly,

heart to heart,

and, finally yes!

Lip to lip.

#kiss #poem #poetry 

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 2

 #AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 2

His kisses went from timidly tender to exploratory to starving man with a pear with startling rapidity.

© Osquer Campbell 24 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#flashfiction #kiss 

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 2

His kisses went from timidly tender to exploratory to starving man with a pear with startling rapidity.

© Osquer Campbell 24 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#flashfiction #kiss

At First Kiss 💋 Vol. 1

 #AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 1

"Is it possible?" he asked.

"Possible..." She laid a hand against his cheek.

"...probable..." She slid an arm around his waist.

"...likely..." She pressed her body against his.

"...and very definitely true." She kissed him.

#flashfiction #kiss

Beaux Rêves

 Beaux Rêves

(for Paul Bettany 

as Dustfinger in 'Inkheart')

The room was familiar

I had been there before

In a previous dream

Now I'd come back for more

I remembered your face

Though I had lost your name

I'd forgotten the rules

And the point of your game

The steps of the dance now

A mystery to me

Though I'd once known them all

Someone's stolen the key

Every egress is barred

The door shut, windows closed

There can be no escape

From the questions now posed

© Osquer Campbell 11 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

Smug Mode

 

haiku

 #haiku

It is much too hot

to write about it. Even

my parchment is parched.

© Osquer Campbell 12 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

Worry Beads

WORRY BEADS

I made these from the remains of me.

I formed them out of ashes and bone.

Everyone wants to collect a fee

Though I forged them all quite on my own.

Some are blue for my poor broken heart.

Some stained grey for the shadow of debt.

Others green for the sake of my art.

Some dyed colours I haven't named yet. 

Clicking of beads and ticking of time,

Pray, what will this revolution bring?

Will there be rhythm? Will there be rhyme?

Will I finally feel free to sing?

© Osquer Campbell 10 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

Micropoem

 I was early for my date 

with destiny. 

Unfortunately, 

Fate was running late 

and we missed each other.

© Osquer Campbell 10 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

Who's Been Touching My Stuff?

 WHO'S BEEN TOUCHING MY STUFF?

I can feel spilled ink

sloshing around 

in my head,

staining my brain,

my hippocampus

smudged

with fingerprints

I don't recognize.

Where did these

marks on my memory

come from?

Who's been

rearranging my ideas?

Someone has gotten

too comfortable

in my own thoughts.

© Osquer Campbell 9 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

CRUSHING QUESTIONS

 

CRUSHING QUESTIONS

I will never look into your eyes

or rather, you won't return my gaze.

I can't become the cause of your sighs

though dreams of you drift throughout my days.

Would you believe that I fancied you

if you and I were ever to meet?

Would you bother to think of me too?

Would you find fantasies of me sweet?

© Osquer Campbell 8 August 2022 

(for Brendan Fraser)

Trollsome

I invented a new word:

TROLLSOME

It's the opposite of wholesome.