The midnight hours

I am nearly asleep but I don’t hang up. Not tonight. Not this close to somewhere infinitely more peaceful than where we live in the daylight. It’s nice to be in this drifting together. Joe. My voice is breathy, sleepy. I’m still here. I don’t say it. Just think it. Say it. Think it. WhoContinue reading “The midnight hours”

Start with your hands

From December 2012: Start with your hands. I want you to place them here. And here. And here.  So much to discover if you take it slow, and I want you to take it slow. I want to feel the restraint (yours, not mine). I want to see the pulse in your tendon, the quick in your veins.Continue reading “Start with your hands”

This is how it begins

It took you three full days.  Then the little red flag and your name. ‘hi’ ‘hi …’ ‘Did you get home alright the other night?’ ‘Sure did’ ‘I was thinking. I should have walked you home …’ ‘Oh ha, that’s okay. I can take care of myself’ ‘I’ve no doubt.  Still, I probably should have.Continue reading “This is how it begins”