For Your Love

For your love nestles in the creases of my skin, it burrows through the prints of my fingers and carries my hands toward your goodness.

(PHOTO: A self portrait, sitting on the trunks of the pine trees we had to cut down. See ‘Broken Bough’ for the story of the trees.)

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