smander
he knows...
though I don't always tell him....
his skin can feel it
his eyes glisten understanding..
It's in the moment of hush after a smile....
or an the caress of a cheek...
love that is
cold and wet
i wait for the post to arrive...
maybe sunshine will arrive in words from one i miss...
diffuse light through the window... autumn long gone for winter....
ink a page to off to someone else.... am i missed?