“The first time we met, we stood on a winter beach, ankles deep in sand, under a sky of unconstrained stars. The second time it didn’t work, but I hoped the third times the charm. I’ve never had the audacity before now to wait for a heart, but you said ‘sleep on him.’ So I curled up on your chest and learned patience. Didn’t want to let the weight of my tears wake your gorgeous. The mornings can be so mortal. And you often have bad dreams. I’ve caught you mid scream on a September night. Swore then that I would kiss the fright from your voice if you would let me, but that’s your choice my Love.”
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 08:39:14 +0000