Tag Archives: love
single tenant of a double bed
half-asleep Continue reading
a hand slips under the corner of
a vacant pillow
feeling the weight of an absent head
waiting
to warm the curve of that neck
one morning (hopefully) soon
refugee
sitting, with legs tucked under Continue reading
on an armchair, by the window, one crisp noon

October 26th, 2010
May 20th, 2010