May 05, 2017
These steps
of
mine
linger from a different
time,
all alone,
quiet silence stop soothing
and the
(sucks in sharp breath)
let the kettle roar, a moment of
clarity,
hush, my Love,
close your eyes and cross your
fingers.
A purposeful slink for a midnight
snack,
only you find meaning in that morning coffee conversation.
Unfamiliar,
queer
sounds,
even the light feels different (only you feel that cool breeze)
Silk pillowcases and sheets
tell
sad
stories