Monday, January 13, 2025

This Morning

This morning, with dawn still in abeyance, our bodies felt more than seen in the dark-shrouded world, my love and I glowed with tactile illumination. To touch between gossamer sheets, to brush lips against throat or ear or the firm curve of a clavicle, to whisper words of deepest meaning and gasps still deeper than that -- these truths we lived together in a bed turned universe.

I remain wholly and vividly satisfied.

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