It gives me great pleasure to share that my poem, Illusion, is now available at Spillwords Press. A big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.
You can read my poem here.
All alone, with my eyes closed
I sense you quietly coming
and sitting across
I can feel your bourbon eyes
intense with passion
resting on me.
Startled, I open my eyes
a curtain flutters,
the cold draught makes me shiver
and my lips quiver.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Merril, says: Use shiver–or some form of the word—in a poem of exactly 44 words. The form is up to you. Shiver in rhyme, or shiver in free verse. Shiver in the past, present, or future
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