I stand with Emily

She created the perfect man

It’s not that he’s wild and free

Not that he’s handsome as can be

Not even the bad boy syndrome

Attracts me

He’s the man

Who loves his woman


Oh, the words:


“Do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. I cannot live without my life… I cannot live without my soul!” Heathcliff to Cathy, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte


So, okay, I know it’s silly

But there he is

Larger than life

In love and not afraid to say it

I’d rather be poor

Lying in purple moors

With imaginary Heathcliff

Than trapped in a secure bed

Lost and alone

In a loveless home…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: North York Moors (no attribution)



You enfold me

In a scented taste of

Fire-roasted vegetables


Sweet as corn

Spicy as cayenne

Juicy as tomato

Pungent as garlic


Blanketed in a

Smoky aura of nut bark


Skewer you

Set you on fire

Melt on my tongue



© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)