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To wash away that which did not serve you. Firm, warm arms around you. Reassuring…
My eyes tingle, a subtle burn
A faux moon glowing in the corner
Warm, maybe a bit too warm… but don’t want to take off my shorts
It’s howling outside
Standing in the hot shower, I open the window and instantly... beautiful, cool mist enveloping my…
Spindly branches swaying in frigid swirls
Leaves crunching underfoot
Sure as an orbit it comes back
Summer, a fading memory
Your mind may be impure, but your heart isn’t.
Pretty boy, you had me spinning.
Eagles in Japan, I first saw your shape — smiling warm beams from your honey eyes, slipping past my guard.
How could I, and how could I not.