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He writes… They say love cannot be silent, but I’ve heard it roar in the breathless spaces between what we meant to say. They say it cannot be one-sided— yet I’ve seen love hold when hands were empty. They say it must grow safe— but I know love as river, not garden: it comes…

#vss365 #crimson 🖋️ He writes… They told me I needed a ticket to board their bandwagon— but I’d rather walk alone than ride with ghosts clapping in crimson shadows, where echoes praise the loudest lie. I earn my light. Even if they watch from borrowed thrones. —Peter Shoneye…

#vss365 #crimson 🖋️ He writes… The raven watched— not to haunt, but to remember how easily beauty calls a scar a prophecy. He never flew from bridges or blame, only from the hands that confuse love with chains. —Peter Shoneye ✍🏾 #FoxProse #HeWrites #IntimateVerse…

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#vss365 #happenstance He writes… By happenstance, I was born to fire and snowfall— my mother sang lullabies in soft Irish vowels, my father danced in drums and dusk. I hold both in my voice. They say some hands are bound, but mine? They craft verses from shackles they never…

#vss365 #crimson 🖋️ He writes… Not all kisses are crimson— some bruise in silence, some beg to be bitten, others never leave the tongue. But the rarest ones don’t chase—they arrive, uncloaked, unwritten, and still taste like truth. —Peter Shoneye ✍🏾 #FoxProse #HeWrites…

~ “She loved to indulge the melancholy of her heart in the solitude of the woods.” 🖊️Ann Radcliff ~

#vss365 #crimson #satsplat 🖋️ He writes… They formed a chorus with echo for applause— but only when the echo sounded like her. I watched as my silence turned crimson, not for lack of words— but for refusing to bleed on their script. I write to live, not to be liked by shadows…

#vss365 #crimson 🖋️ He writes… They formed a chorus, not to sing— but to echo. Each note: a borrowed flame, each hand: a mirror held too high. I bled my verses from the bark of silence, not for their cheers, but because truth will always stain crimson when cut from the real.…

#vss365 #crimson 🖋️ He writes… She called it hunger— that ache behind her eyes, that smolder in her chest each time silence said my name. But I know what crimson really is— not lust, not longing— it’s restraint. It’s passion bitten into the tongue, desire refused its flame.…

The story continues from yesterday’s reflection… 🌙 Day 1 — A Waiting Silence… #WritingCommunity #LoveLetters #DaysAfterTheStorm #PoetryCommunity #FoxProse

🌹 Days After The Storm—A Rose Rose on the bench, petals trembling in the morning air. The rain stopped, but memories remain— tiny droplets, like quiet sighs. Distance between the shore keeps us apart, yet in every ripple’s whisper, I see your reflection. Sometimes, I picture…

🌙 Day 1 — A Waiting Silence You sit on the steps, where the streetlights bleed silver on the cobblestones. Your dress—a night sky unraveling at your feet, like dreams untied. I can almost see your lips part, just to breathe me in— a sigh on the air that calls me home. I can…

🌙 Day 2 — A Burning Candle You wear that blouse again— the one that leaves your shoulders bare, and my heart exposed. Every time you wear it, the fire in me burns brighter. And the candle burns in daylight, like you— writing in the hush of morning as if the night never ended.…

🌙 Day 3 — A Quiet Sanctuary I’ve always loved that view— but it’s always you who commands the room, your silhouette turning daylight into a hush of longing. I’ve always wanted to see you there, waiting by the window, sunlight woven into your hair— a promise I’ve yet to claim.…

🌙 Day 4 — A Smile Like Moonlight That smile— it’s a look to die for. We’d go rounds until you ran out of breath, and I’d whisper, “Let me dive in,” and you’d smile that smile, undressing yourself into my arms. A kiss like a sunrise— Oh, what a kiss! Should I say more? The…

🌙 Day 5 — The Silent Invitation 🤫 She’d spent the day with a fire in her pen— her mind alight with verses, each line a dance between memory and desire. But as the sun dipped behind the hills… (short pause, then he writes…) I can imagine your eyes softening, the rush of…

🌙 Day 6 — The Writer’s Sanctuary If my memories serve me well, this would have been the moment I’d have asked, “Looking for something in particular?” Yet tonight, there’s something different in the way your eyes drift over the pages—something that doesn’t add up. 🖋️ And then—…

🌙 Day 7 — The Rose and the Flame (Playful Edition) 🌹🕯️ Tonight you hold a single rose from our garden, its petals soft as promises we once whispered. In the flicker of candlelight, you find the note I left behind— a promise I never jotted in our lover’s book. “A rose in…

🌙 Day 8 — Green Room You’re a sunlight on a page— a hush where green leaves breathe, and petals lean in to listen. In this room, I find you again— hair woven with gold threads where the sun finds you and crowns you with grace. You don’t know I’m watching— a quiet witness on…

🌙 Day 9 — The Secrets We Keep (Extended Ending) If you hold this letter now, know that every word was a bridge I tried to build from my heart to yours. But the storm is not the only thing that threatens us now. There are secrets in these letters— truths I’m afraid to share,…