The Sentinel

Poetry by | December 5, 2010

I watched you.
You watched everything,
except me.

—-
Melody Ross Tinoy is a nurse who writes for a living.

When A Lover Sleeps

Poetry by | December 5, 2010

Last night,
I dreamt of you.
Your shadow walked past
the table and chair,
weak and careful not to
wake the mosquitoes
and the neighbours.
To my dismay,
The attention I secretly lust for
went to the fridge
instead of me.
Is that how attractive
a bottle of beer is
than a lingerie (purposely powdered
with perfume)?

Maybe in my next dream,
Your legs, your mouth
and your heart would go
straight to my bed,
where it longs for you.
And only for you.

—-
Melody Ross Tinoy is a nurse who writes for a living.

Photographs

Poetry by | July 12, 2009

With the warmth
of a remembered touch
lines of light
and shadows seduce us.
Streets and retreats
and vaulted passageways
whisper, “Come closer,
I have secrets to share.”

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