Author: Thomas De Moor

Girl in the Fog 2


Yesterday, I forgot your scent. Wisps of your body perfume No longer linger in my memory. Today, I forgot your grasp. My hand in yours, those lovely fingers No longer touch my memory. As if...

Kiss 0


The delicate delight of your lips gently trails my throat I relish the flavour of your passionate touch As we share our last moments Desperately I am as cold as my blue eyes But...

Wet Leaf 2

Sometimes, You and I

Sometimes, in the rainy days of autumn the wind whistles your name underneath the umbrella of my thoughts. You stick to my mind like a wet leaf on damp earth brought by cold and...