We: Huddled on a couch that could never hope to hold us. Me: Shivering under your air-conditioned caresses. You: Softer than a wisp of moonlit cloud, sweeter than a sip of the autumn sky. ... and yet somehow I don't know if I should call you to ask if you're ok.
Hi firebelle... It is indeed strange that you should step back into my life just this point when Im having a revival of youth... This was written hours before I broke up with someone I loved a lot. Well she dumped me, but only coz she got there first.
