Sipping tea in the presence and grace of the afternoon sun, pouring it’s gentle hands through my kitchen windows.
Every day feels a little different, a little better.
Easing my fingers politely into falling in love with a pen,
all over again, like awkward lovers.
New and nervous.
Hello old friend.
I have a million things to say and waited too long to say them.
I had a dream we made love
on abandoned monuments that nearly reached the sky
in sun parched passages of time
Corn flower hues of blue silk
I held you in my teeth like an unfinished sentence
beautiful and mine.
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Coffee time (Taken with instagram)
hi.
Oh Shaughnessy, you are ridiculous.
Vancouver, BC.
