jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) > Writing | WritersCafe.org

when i am yours and you are mine there is truth when dreams can be touched and souls combined there is truth when love has a flavour a..

what dreams, you whispered the question mark left blank spinning tales of whiskey-laden nights of coffee rings left on dirty tables and broken t..

today is a day i miss you... this missing has no set schedule no little beeping sound to tell me when to expect the sorrow to hit or musical ton..

the resoluteness of you, gone, holds me in stunned disbelief. i call you with wrenching heart cries but can sense no response from you for the fi..

you are dreaming hand tucked innocently under your cheek i want to steal a page from shakespeare - mack daddy of all lotharios, the m..

he walks along paths sung into being by ancestors long dead their chants forming the shape of his lungs the pattern of his footprints s..

this is a year 365 days, each spent without you a thousand cups of tea unshared a number matched in stuttered half thoughts brought..

i have to let you go now you who have been loved who, in fact, is still loved by me your ghost touch can no longer caress ..

contained within me there is: a flint buried deep inside that can only spark when struck against yours a fire begging for ignition..

you are with me wherever i go a hint of a scent in my hair a ghost of a touch on my lips a hidden pressure against the curve of my th..