as i slip in quietly between the sheets of "new post" and "publish now", firefly lies still, showing me its naked back, pretending to be asleep.
but i know how to push its buttons. i know where it likes to be touched.
there is a way to be felt. a way much truer than explanations.
longing is fair. sadness just is. but resignation, we don't do around here.
right baby?
shhh. okay. we'll talk in the morning.
but i can already feel you considering forgiving me...
1 comment:
Good to have you back! I think blogs are like tides we control. There may be a very long wait between each wave, but eventually one will come.
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