Painting, Marc Chagall, 1949, The Colour of Love Today I want to be tangled up in blue, I want to do the opposite of something, to just be still with you, I want to wrap my arms around you like a blanket, a blanket we suddenly need, and then I want to feed you – […]
When You Whisper My Name {Poetry}
where I look first, when I walk in, is the couch, where so often, I straddle you, you, watching the game, or sleeping, you, with your head leaning back, I pounce, like a cat, a purring cat, to distract, your very being, your resolve to watch the final inning, or listen to it at least, […]
Them – A Love Story {8}
“Today’s the day,” she says, intensely looking down at him from her perch. She is back from her morning power walk, and still a little out of breath. Her heart eagerly pounds away inside her chest. Straddling him, as she always does, she appears, in the moment, to be a wise, old owl. Her big […]
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