Your silken skin, always waiting
at the temple of my yearning.
I breathe you in every morning—
one day I’ll put your hand in mine.
At the temple of my yearning
dreams break out in ribboned rainbows.
An Elysian future shines—
won’t you step through into my light?
I breathe you in every morning,
your perfumes wanted on my lips.
Desire draws the details within—
your almond eyes catch me willing.
One day I’ll put your hand in mine,
in hope that you won’t pull away.
Anticipating the moment—
I’m ready to die here waiting.
A Retourne written for dVerse MTB and December 2026’s Deadline Writers – Your hand in mine.
This is based on teenage student of mine, very much in love with her best friend.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
I liked the last stanza the most!
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You’re an old romantic, Jay! 🙏
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A beautifully romantic Retourne, Shaun, accentuated by the cascading lines, especially ‘I breathe you in every morning’.
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Thank you Kim 🙏
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My pleasure, Shaun.
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great reimagining Shaun on behalf of your lovestruck student with “ribboned rainbows”
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Thanks Laura 🙏 She’s a smart kid but when it comes to the heart, anything can happen.
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oh don’t we know!
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Puts me in mind of the song “But I can dream, can’t I?” – nice work, Shaun…
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Thanks Andrew 🙏
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A romantic dreamscape.
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🙏
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Shaun I love how you capture the intoxicating, almost hypnotic intensity of longing through sensory details and rhythmic, prayer-like repetition 🙌
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Thanks Ange – perfectly described ‘hypnotic intensity of longing’ 🙏 I was definitely leaning into that angle more than romance. I guess it’s romantic to the onlooker.
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♥️
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Love the romantic vision you paint… so filled with longing.
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Cheers Björn 🙏
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