Reaching your hand up pulling gently at my scarf Sliding it out of my hair as I look deep into your eyes. You, brush a finger over my lips as you search my eyes Looking for answers as you slowly...

Maude/Madeleine part 14

"Our domestic life in rural England"

As I write this, Maria is entertaining one of Mistress Pickles’ ladies. True to her promise that kindly former employer, teacher and guardian has, since our departure from her house, sent a number of her clients to stay with us....

If you and I become sinking stones,  raining through and obliterating all that we made a home,  I think I'd rather just burn in the finality of this flight,  turn everything to cinders and  watch them evaporate one by one....

One day he will find you  He will be the one across the room  Or behind you  Out of view  But you will feel him  Your heart will flutter  From recognition  A familiarity  A wish  Beyond your comprehension  You will...

Sunday

"For someone special"

I close the curtains and put out each lamp,  my Sunday morning window's gray with ticking ages,  the cool mist of the season nearing. Each cell and promise chilled down to the marrow,  turning to ice in me when you...