Moat

It makes me ache when I think of you. Not being here, not being near. But in knowing that you are within, it nourishes my soul and kindles my heart. Deep within my core, to a depth unknown even unto myself there you lie, safe. In the ascending warmth of Shephard tone afloat, in the…

Envelope

He was the envelope that carried a letter of love. MT

The proposition

“Come over.” He told her. “I have nothing to wear.” She replied. His response was perfect.  MT