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During one quiet hour
During one quiet hour, in the safety of tangled sheets, she explained to him—or tried to—how easy people are to read, how quickly the end becomes visible, how we all follow patterns as predictable as the moon. He said she was arrogant. It was arrogant for her to grant herself powers of divination. Arrogant to… — read more
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A thing you can’t explain
A thing you can’t explain creeps up your spine and around your neck and into your chest. It grabs you there, wraps tight around your heart and pulls outward. You are drawn forward, away. You want to follow. You want to leave behind everything in this moment and go anywhere unknown in the belief that… — read more
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Spice of Your Love
I wrote you a pop song! Sure to be a billboard hit. — SPICE OF YOUR LOVE Cardamom, ginger, rosemary, and sage Got nothin’ for me I ain’t turnin’ the page No recipe quite like The taste of your lips How do I cook up The feel of your hips? No ingredient list could ever… — read more
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Gilt.
We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands. – Gustave Flaubert You finally let me close, and I wish you hadn’t. Or I’m glad you did. My hands are covered in your spell, your magic, your charm. I see the residue of dignity and power. A glint of depth and… — read more
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So, you’re back.
How will we be this time, my dear? Will I celebrate you, and you’ll celebrate me? Will we delight in the curves and sweat and fingers between us? Will we lose our senses in a beautiful crescendo? Will we show each other kindness and tenderness, and exhaust ourselves with giving? Will we reach for our… — read more
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