Empty Silent Turmoil

The pillows propped around me do not do your missing body justice. Your absent fingers interlaced with mine haunt the hours without sleep; the sweetest and most restful inside your arms, cloaking drowsiness as your breath slowed on my neck. Our love, fraught with such turmoil, the lion within you struggling to yield, vulnerability laced with mistrust. I adored the rare and raw glimpses in … Continue reading Empty Silent Turmoil