SIMPLE

   Love is a simple thing- a jaded house waiting to be resold, to be a home again, you knock unexpectedly and I utter Enter, please, much like last time, already setting the table for two. Love is a simple thing fragile and foolish and forgetful. Love is a simple thing- a game of tennis, […]

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The Game

  To miss, To know, To want, To have, To hold. To understand and be understood, To be touched and feel it returned, To no longer ask ‘what if, does he, do you?’ The tenderness of your lips, The gentle curve of your lower back, The suppleness of your legs. In the silence of the […]

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