Four Thoughts on Affection

I regard you with strong liking here, on red-washed trails in the Autumn Shenandoah, a dirt and leaf tapestry in heart colored crimson. I wither as your lips push out into the crisp, wet day. Then dinner is ready, salmon and noodles, and our socked feet amble along hard wood. We laugh for silly songs, … Continue reading Four Thoughts on Affection