LAST FRIDAY. A RITUAL

Friday; bolognese, candles, fudge. Kisses... Darkness.   

But it wasn’t a hollow, stale, heavy kind of darkness.

It was that kind of darkness that envelopes you, the kind that is atmosphered by the lingering tastes of good food.

To Zane… Born of A Wave of Emotion

Light that candle, my love...For it is only when you do, that you shall be able to decipher, ever so clearly, just how luminous our love becomes when it is ignited:
Tis rather strange.
I awoke this morning with a distinct yearning for you;
With an inexplicable intoxication of my senses - you were there.
Yet, you were not there.
I was confused.
So, born of a wave of intense emotion