i glow
under the
kitchen light
while your
arms are wrapped
around me.
the window pane
watches in awe,
she missed
our reflection
on the dining
room wall,
the only movie
she kept
track
of.
mfgm
There was a glow to her– and no not the type of glow most guys would say pertains to pretty ladies. I mean, yeah she was pretty, I mean REALLY pretty, but that glow. An aura so enticing that it magnetically pulled me in as soon as I saw her, each step stumbling to get closer. All I wanted was to be with her, I didn’t mind at all how sharp her teeth were.
The gentle gleam pulsing through, the domed mushroom, the caterpillars hanging from the cave, the deep-sea things twisting in the dark, green-blue, comforting mystery.
The glow from behind the curtains woke me up. Earlier than I wanted but in reality just at the right time. The right time is really the time that you use the best. Better the motivation of a glowing sunrise than that of an untimely bump in the night.
Eoin
Most love stories have the part where your significant other finds you and brings this radiance and glimmer into your life. And you know they are the one. I felt no glow, no sparkle or butterflies. Mine was an explosion. An out-of-body experience that left me reborn, as if my former self before them had completely been forgotten. I wanted to fly, to reach the ends of the skies and return with stars as gifts for the treasure that was their gaze. I did.
glow makes me think of glow sticks and summertime and backyard time in my pool and more specifically 4th of july. glow makes me think of the plankton in the ocean that shimmer as the waves crash along the shoreline. it makes me think of jellyfish and fireflies and how not everyone calls them fireflies
Janelle
The glow at the end of the day, known as the golden area, looks like how we would imagine the sunsets on Mars. The orange light against the glowing orange sky looks like a scene outside our planet.
i glow
under the
kitchen light
while your
arms are wrapped
around me.
the window pane
watches in awe,
she missed
our reflection
on the dining
room wall,
the only movie
she kept
track
of.
There was a glow to her– and no not the type of glow most guys would say pertains to pretty ladies. I mean, yeah she was pretty, I mean REALLY pretty, but that glow. An aura so enticing that it magnetically pulled me in as soon as I saw her, each step stumbling to get closer. All I wanted was to be with her, I didn’t mind at all how sharp her teeth were.
The gentle gleam pulsing through, the domed mushroom, the caterpillars hanging from the cave, the deep-sea things twisting in the dark, green-blue, comforting mystery.
The glow from behind the curtains woke me up. Earlier than I wanted but in reality just at the right time. The right time is really the time that you use the best. Better the motivation of a glowing sunrise than that of an untimely bump in the night.
Most love stories have the part where your significant other finds you and brings this radiance and glimmer into your life. And you know they are the one. I felt no glow, no sparkle or butterflies. Mine was an explosion. An out-of-body experience that left me reborn, as if my former self before them had completely been forgotten. I wanted to fly, to reach the ends of the skies and return with stars as gifts for the treasure that was their gaze. I did.
glow makes me think of glow sticks and summertime and backyard time in my pool and more specifically 4th of july. glow makes me think of the plankton in the ocean that shimmer as the waves crash along the shoreline. it makes me think of jellyfish and fireflies and how not everyone calls them fireflies
The glow at the end of the day, known as the golden area, looks like how we would imagine the sunsets on Mars. The orange light against the glowing orange sky looks like a scene outside our planet.