Tripped

I stumbled over our history didn’t mean to leave it on the floor where anyone could find it I skidded on the memory of our smooth beginning when we flowed into one another like molten chocolate our world sweet and tart on our tongues before winter stole stealthily in and blossoming frost revealed the cracks … Continue reading Tripped

Tripped

I stumbled over our history didn’t mean to leave it on the floor where anyone could find it I skidded on the memory of our smooth beginning when we flowed into one another like molten chocolate our world sweet and tart on our tongues before winter stole stealthily in and blossoming frost revealed the cracks … Continue reading Tripped