W is For Writing

Harriet sat quietly on the dock, dangling her toes in the cool, murky water.

Drew was a contradiction of a man. On the outside, he was all darkness and leather machismo.

The curve of your face calls 

Forever you have been the external extension of my heart

It’s hard to imagine something you have never experienced as being something tangible, real

She’s like a heat-seeking missile

Harried fretful days

Throw away all doubt

The dance (tentative at first)

When I was small, you guided me through the woods