You’re the one I neglect the most. In a bad week, it could be daily. That, or I never leave you; I stay wrapped up in you listening to my heart in pillow echoes. When I do decide to leave, there isn’t a second I don’t feel guilty; ashamed I couldn’t even find a … Continue reading Inside out
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In The Morning
There was movement beneath the sheets, this morning, an arm looping gently about a waist, a handful of light kisses painting a gallery upon a back. There was movement in the morning dark, a time and space hitherto left empty. A quiet step upon treadless daylight, a body shaded in slumber, embraced by the … Continue reading In The Morning
At Dawn
In the darkness of my bedroom I think of you the most. I think about your chest pressed against my back. I think about your arm around my waist, stroking each curve you've remembered like wood grain. I think about your voice, its calming quiet which envelopes me in safety. I think about your head … Continue reading At Dawn