#1 Dancing

I'm storing nuggets of beauty for my love. My heart hurts from the angles. Pebbles in pockets, cheeks and shoes. Sand and diamonds everywhere. I watched too closely, not without envy, not without worry, an oldΒ couple dance, walk, carry, step. I want to tell you about his dapper style, his wobble, how she palms my... Continue Reading →

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