Category: writing

  • Loving a person so much they become a cometYou’ve got stars in your hairOh, you who are so tangled in the universeEven that unfolding expanseIs not enough to hold all of this loveThere is so muchSpilling from my eyes Into the dirt at my feetRivers running into the sea-rjm

  • “Come to bed?” His voice, rough from sleep and overuse, breaks through the darkness and finds you where you sit, perched on the edge of the bed like a bird poised to take flight. You feel him move, hear the rustle of the bedsheets, and then he’s behind you, right behind you, warm and inviting.…