You look beautiful tonight.
Candlelight is so forgiving.
Pecking at your food becomes you. It serves the haunted hollows of your eyes, your cheeks … thinly veiled. Tiny veins peeking through, hungry for love.
I love holding your hand. Its fragility reminds me
Reminds me of the weeks and weaks, months and moths
of your labour
of your throbbing patience. Those tiny veins alarmed in response. (more…)