If I tell you I think of you a lot will you blush for me just a little?
Faded Romantic
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'Scarlet poppies' by contemporary Impressionist style US contemporary painter Erin Hanson #WomensArt
Somehow across the miles I catch your distant scent and imagine you close your movements your breathing your laughter your eyes shining the silk of your hair the taste of your warm skin in my mouth from my blog 🎨 by Daniel del Orfano
When light blinds me, I navigate through what darkness taught me.
I wonder what you taste like. #7syllablesentence
I do love nothing in the world so well as you-is not that strange?
© Richard Claremont. 'What Memory Kept.' Acrylic on board, 35 x 45 cm.
I find myself staring at your image sitting back shaking my head and sighing 'Wow'
The world is your oyster my father used to say In between all things cold and grey I just never thought you would be the pearl. #WildWalkPrompt #writesky #blueskypoets #nature #photography 💙 📷 me
Before the Storm, painting by George Callaghan, Irish artist.
Others may try to seduce you with words and promises and dreams and possibilities but no one will touch you as deeply or intimately across the miles as I
There is so much of you in my heart that every word chokes on its way out.
And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. #Poetry 💙📚👀
Olaniyi Omotayo, Nigerian (1995- ), Empowered Unity 4, 2025, oil and acrylic on canvas, 36 x 48 in, private collection
𝚆𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑, 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone? James Joyce 📷 Fidan Nazim
he doesn't like when she's too close when she runs away when she shuts the door pushes him away this tit for tat vis à vis has fallen flat
Last night, when the moon slipped into my attic-room disguised as an oblong of light, I sensed she’d come to commiserate. It was August. She travelled with a small valise of darkness… —Kathleen Jamie, “Moon” from SELECTED POEMS, (Picador, 2018) #poem #poetry www.panmacmillan.com/authors/kath...
© Zoey Frank. 'Song.' Oil on canvas, 2011. 72 × 36 inches.
It might be a sin but I worship your skin and the beautiful you within
© Rukiye Garip. 'Untitled.' Watercolour, 2026. 30 x 22 inches.
