Episode 76: Scent of Memories
Written by shona_alysa
"Scent of Memories”
Old books and candles,
smoke drifts in the air.
Wet earth after rain,
memories everywhere.
Crackling wood burns,
on still, quiet nights.
A hint of rose and pine,
in fading dusk twilights.
Freshly washed linen,
sun-warmed and clean.
Sea breeze drifting,
like a distant dream.
Warm baked bread,
incense wafting slow.
Some days they linger,
never to let go.
Soft familiar scents,
I can’t outgrow.
They find my heart,
more than I know.
~
Episode 77: Poetry Reading 18+
Written by reigning_writer
your lips taste like
the first sips of
coffee as the
morning sun finally
comes out to play
behind closed curtains.
your fingertips
feel like pastels
on sand paper,
gently bringing
softness with every
stroke of velvet vibrance.
your gaze is so vivid,
it pierces through
my hearts surface,
digging deep until
satisfaction and sorrow
no longer create an
intersection.
you see the garden in me,
removing every weed
as they spring,
embracing my
seasons fluctuation.
your love makes my
inner child glisten.
~
Episode 78: Poetry Reading
Written by chasingcloudsza
She saw him
not as a stranger,
but as a flame waiting for breath.
Her gaze lingered...
slow as honey in heat,
tracing the quiet strength
of his stillness
and something in her awakened,
wild and certain.
She moved closer,
a storm wrapped in silk,
her presence brushing
his skin
like a promise
Fingers found him first...
to learn the language
of his pulse,
the rhythm beneath restraint.
He inhaled...
and she felt it,
that surrender between seconds,
that beautiful undoing
of a man
caught in the gravity of her wanting.
She did not rush...
ravaging was never chaos
it was devotion with teeth,
hunger with intention,
a claiming
that asked no permission
because it was already given
in the way he leaned into her fire.
And when she claimed him...
it was fire, not fury...
a deep, consuming presence
that left him undone and fully alive.
~
Episode 79: Leaf
Written by aurorablackpelt
In the corner of my mind,
Next to the willow tree,
There's a spot of golden green moss.
A stream pushes through.
Nymphs and satyrs play together
As I sit to be content with my soul.
Lightning and thunder came along,
My heart a trembling leaf bathed
With raindrops of loud resonating certainty.
Their clarity water brings, undeniable:
I see his soul.
The man with a spark of Odin.
In his eyes a fire burning within.
A heart, molted gold, diamantine.
Obsidian blade cutting through.
My forest heart,
My jaguar scarred soul.
Gently stayed, spellbound by
His unwilling spell.
An Acer leaf in his hands.
Gentle hands have known war.
Hunger, dark, death, strife.
I ran, but jaguar caught up with me,
Carrying me back by the neck,
Sharp fangs tearing up the skin.
My sky pours out, and I bleed, gods I bleed.
He won't believe my words. No.
But he will see my skies above him,
My greenery sheltering him from rain,
My fire keeping him warm at night,
My touch keeping the horrors at bay,
The wars I've fought, the battles I've lost.
He won't know, no.
If only he knew, though, as I bleed
How terrified I am of my own heart
Little sweet tiny leaf
Trembling in his hands.
~
Episode 80: Lost in You
Written by chicandchillingreads
When you’re near, the world falls quiet—
like every sound bends toward your name,
and even the air forgets to move
unless it’s to carry your breath to me.
I have run from things I couldn’t face,
but never from you.
Your eyes find me, root me to the earth,
make stillness feel like truth.
Each word you speak pours through me,
turning fear into something tender.
In your arms, the past dissolves—
the edges of my life blur and fade,
until there is only now,
only your heartbeat teaching mine to follow.
You spin me into orbit,
a star surrendered to its gravity.
Your touch leaves trails of memory,
and your kiss burns through reason—
beautiful, reckless, infinite.
I am lost, and I don’t want saving.
Drowning feels like flying here,
where every breath is borrowed from you.
If love is a storm, let it tear through me;
if love is ruin, let me burn clean.
I give myself over,
body and soul,
to the perfect undoing of your name.
Your scent lingers after the silence—
a prayer whispered into the dark.
You move, and time bends around you.
I try to look away,
but the world turns back to find your face.
You are my undoing, my calm, my wind—
the ache I crave, the cure I fear.
In the hollow of your arms,
I remember what it means to feel infinite.
You stitch light into my scars,
teach brokenness how to shine.
If this love is wrong, then let it be endless.
I’d rather lose myself completely
than stand whole without you.
See me falling—
heart first, breathless, undone.
If this dream is all I have, don’t wake me.
Let the dawn wait outside a little longer.
For in every reflection, I find your soul;
in every heartbeat, I return
to the quiet fire where I’m forever lost in you.