Stealing all these moments and churning out fiction.
Stealing all these moments and churning out fiction.
Carving your initials in the trunk of a dead tree. Making a place in my mind for you to love me. Carefully carrying away the thoughts of you before the new moon brings a new tide of feeling. Making room for you,impossible, since the room is full and no one has asked to let space …
He stood in the doorway. Just leaning. Not all in but enough so that the wind picked up his scent and carried it across the room to where she sat cross legged on the bed. She hadnt noticed him before. She did now. Not many things happened that day. But the lingering scent of sex …
How do you put a life into context? What made it well lived? Who gets to decide that at the end, when it’s done? He touched my hand in the parking lot; gently twining his fingers with mine. I was undone in that moment. Unable to remember a time when I hadn’t wanted that hand …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 