Mama, he’s warm—like a hot shower after a day in the snow. When he holds me, he’s a human toaster; electricity fueled by his touch with the knob turned to forever. I’m warm. I’m so warm.
Category: Where Two Hearts Unify As One
the man next door.
Lost my keys in the garden trying to find the door to your heart. I should have known you’d lock me out. And as I sat there, waiting, deciding whether or not to try the doggy door, a nice man walked up to ask for some sugar. It was your neighbor, John. I told him … Continue reading the man next door.
B.K Laurel 