Monthly Archives: April 2017

Sketching You

The faintest, coo. Slightest wheeze or tiny toe, flinch. I could be far     miles      away adrift, but I could feel you calling me like electric invisible waves, shock, me back to you. I am needed or just missed, I don’t mind. I don’t mind, your tiny fingers tangled in mine.   Gentle creases adorn all …