Vulnerable

It is my Achilles' heel, the surest path to splinter my heart into shatters and chards.   They are the surest path.   My children. I don't think they know it, but even if they do, it will be impossible for them to understand for years.  How...

When love overwhelms

between the lines it's impossible for them to know this tender desperation insisting, impetuous be still, my heart!  pounding pounding each wisp of time skin to skin, sweet assurance still here still here for a while not for an ever looking at them,...

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