That night, we sat under the stars Laughter all around us buzzing That night, your hand became ours fingers interlocking like continents That night, your body so near Our heads on a single pillow That night, your woodsmoke hair Tickling my nose That night, was a very. good. night.
Her smooth skin tells all truths in gold hued white. Of choices waiting, paths untried, of tears uncried. It speaks of laughter, rapture, and a thousand joys to come. When womanhood arrives, so tremulous and unsure, will she be marked then? Stamped, with proof of trial or triumph? Middle life, or marriage, childbirth, loss, divorce, […]