Who Is He πŸ’‹

The smell of rain kissed leaves today

Left me nostalgic

Sweet smell of musk

Childhood memories

Inhaling deeply

My old home

The innocence of jumping in the leaves

Feeling free


Head spinning


From a memory I treasure

Gazing into the future


Of cottage houses

Wooden floors


Upon a tiptoe

A sound so cherished

As the smell of pine wood

Burning fireplaces


Embers float through the air

Soft wind blows

Through a tiny cracked window

Cool and crisp

Winters kiss


Macintosh apples on the counter

In a array of red beauty

The faint hint of dust sweeping

Across the bookshelves

One of which holds my poems

In there rarity

Close to my heart they belong


Looking at him

Eyes stare back

With no face


Who is he that I make love too

Under the smoke filled



Plaid quilted blanket

Seams just right



Like his body weight upon me

In its heaviness



As I lose myself

In this moment

I gaze again

Into the unknown

Eyes looking back

Who are you?

Who is he?

That belongs with me???

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Author: glitzyritzymommy

Hi my name is nikki my nickname is sparkles. I am a glitzy fun loving mother of three wonderful children and a glammy mom-mom to three beautiful grandbabies. My life and heart are full! My daddy is still my world! My education is a certified medical assistant and i love the color pink my favorite holidays are Halloween, 4th of July, Christmas. I love God and life! These are the hardest years and the best years i just want to live life to the fullest! :)

31 thoughts on “Who Is He πŸ’‹”

    1. Thanks love off the top of my head after smelling wet fall leaves after work…took me back in time and also looking forward to a brand new future as it remains to be unseen …one wish is that cabin πŸ˜‰β€


    1. Light as you well know gave up on the hopes and dreams ..falsensess is ugly as truth is beautiful…the unknown is present as I await the prince whom yes the slipper fits as he gently puts upon my tiny foot ..inner desires speak volumes my heart speaking loudly and clear waiting for the face of the eyes gazing back πŸ’™πŸ’‹

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      1. Eyes are focused …real is definitely not a imagination…words can give false hope it is the one willing to back the genuine heart and touch and yes my fingertips will distinguish the truths from now on πŸ˜‰ lucky is he that i touch lucky is i who i touch πŸ’‹

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      2. Have learned all too well words are just that actions speak volumes take what you want get what you want..don’t say it …be about it!! When your all words you lose…proof is in action!! All I ever want is real poet …nothing more!

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      3. I await the same knock poet…as false advertisements constantly approach me over and over …the price will bring my slipper and the knock your awaiting …the right one is out there its weeding through the weeds to get to the rose 🌹

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      4. Agreed! I have already tossed some weeds into the air ripping them like thorns piercing the heart because pain in truth is better then falseness of lie …the wild rose has thorns but of pleasure not pain

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