Our baby, our furry, sneezing, coughing baby how can you not be here? every time I look at the doorway I expect to see you passing through stopping momentarily to meticulously clean a paw before jumping on the couch to use my legs as your comfiest of beds That one late night, the one that…
Tag: Witchcraft
Entering the Temple of the Deer
Step 1: The Conjuring Pen So still in the night I await your presence, curtains drawn, I peek between the cracks. Asleep or awake, I do not know which one. I hear your breathing; it nestles up to me on my pillow, this breath, allowing entrance into some private spot. Wanting you. “For what…
The Layers of Love 