Carrier Correspondent Old Letters New Letters |
Thurs. Jun. 01, 2006 - 7:48 in the A.M. After walking you downstairs, I hurried back to bed. Before straightening the mussed quilt, I saw the slopes of your form still left in the bedding. Like a secret, I slipped into your place where the difference in temperature told my skin that there was some of you still there. I pulled the blanket over us and lay still until I knew that your soft warmth had been crowded out by my own heavy heat. p.s. The many variations of my place |