Felt Words

Heartfelt words write stories into flesh. I wished it, but never believed it could happen.

I reread his note:

I (want to) art my love in in…
in verbs made of your touch,
in nouns that make me yours.

Write with me?

I wrote my “Yes” atop his question, the inky strokes tickling my thigh.

the wee notes…
– To read the 1st installment, fly over to my Stories page, and scroll down to Ink and Feels.
– For this week’s bit of interactive yum, help me choose how our narrator is related to the character in the bedroom, in “This Lingering Maybe: Is the person 1) her roommate, 2) her best friend, or 3) her romantic partner?
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 (will link tomorrow).

This Lingering Maybe

I carry his voice on my skin.

Earlier, between a bath and the moon, my breasts perked to his voice. “I’m yours.”

I left the tub, entered the bedroom. “Were you talking?”

“No,” he smiled, “just typing.”

I walked away, wondering if his fingers had spoken this lingering “Maybe…” stroking the small of my back.

the wee notes…
– I shared 2 paintings with friends on Facebook, and asked them which one they wanted me to write very short tales about. They chose the lady below, suggesting that there is something about her expression that made them (and me) want to know more about her.
– I will (very likely) shared a 55-word story every Thursday. I want to make this series of tales as interactive (and fun) as possible. So… you, my Wicked Luvs, get to choose 1 of 3 possible paths: 1) The voice she feels on her skin is produced by his thoughts/feelings. 2) She is imagining the voice. 3) The voice belongs to a character we’ve yet to meet.
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55.

Nude, by Shelle Kennedy