where does her gaze fall?

she finds peace inthe steady rhythm of his breathing, the way jeans slide onto his hips, how the coffee smells when it snows outside, the crackling of wood in the fire, the shape of his shadow across her face, and the expansive territory of love that she wears like a quilt around her shoulders, nakedContinue reading “where does her gaze fall?”

“a witch doctor told me once that, Africa will never let me die.”

       the plains of africa whisper and rustle    shaking out the ancestors in the fields            elder magic rising from the dust and dirt         “you shall never -”                 tell us, draco, where do we turn            where will be go                 without your guidance?                    your presence was one of extraordinary measures            as graceful as a dragon’s steps,                 fueled byContinue reading ““a witch doctor told me once that, Africa will never let me die.””