A spider web of bare branches tangle with gelid air. Webs of naked silver birch trees trap Pacific sunsets in warmer sands.
If you fuss, I’ll flip mountains. When you crumble, I’ll muster courage. If you curse, I’ll stay courageous. When you snore, I’ll love you anyway.
It’s been a long day. I can see it in his eyes. Unzipping his leather jacket with a gasping sigh, he gazes at the snaky traces his muddy biker boots have left. Huddled up on the sofa and resting his bones, watches