• Meh

    Meh

    When his knock finally sounded at my door, I peered through the peephole and left him standing there for the space of several heartbeats, because one must not appear too eager…

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  • Drowning

    Drowning

    No one looking at me would think there is a woman drowning inside there. But I am. I am always drowning.

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  • The Archangel’s Bed

    The Archangel’s Bed

    A caress lingers beyond innocence. Hips shift. Another body answers. The question is asked without language and answered in the same fashion – invitation, acceptance, offering, return.

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  • Tended

    Tended

    Water still jeweled his shoulders and travelled in rivulets down his back because the impossible man had scarcely bothered to pat himself dry, yet there he knelt attending to me.

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