fall from grace

something about the way snow falls, rustling pages– soft breath exhaled, milky blanket collapsing to earthbound bliss. it makes no sound, does not interrupt our dreams, shaking bodies from sleep, jolting souls to consciousness. it descends, instead, like kisses on foreheads, laughter’s lilt, as carefully as fingertips trace hollows of collarbones, as air is sharedContinue reading “fall from grace”