Child’s Play
A fingertip across the lips — how silent I become when the echo is gone! . [ 1614 ]
A fingertip across the lips — how silent I become when the echo is gone! . [ 1614 ]
Cradle the cup, and when you bring it to your lips, this is your first kiss. . [ 1587 ]
When I came in from running in the rain and wind, the house knew exactly where I’d been. Why didn’t you take me? it said. I looked around the room — the books, the desk, the paintings, the photographs, the antique odds and ends. You’re right, I said. It’s like a desert in here. Death Valley. And the walls closed in, with all their strange perfume. They held me close, […]