Light doesn’t knock.Doesn’t announce itself.It just appears,like an old friendsomeone who used to live herebut has moved on.At least for a day. It stretches across…
Poet & Storyteller
Light doesn’t knock.Doesn’t announce itself.It just appears,like an old friendsomeone who used to live herebut has moved on.At least for a day. It stretches across…
I stand so close to you,bundled in the chill of your touch.Though physical, intellect storms above the horizon. We’ve undressed ourselves,helpless to the fingertips that…