My love for her, was a natural, God given state, sent from the clouds that surrounded sunrises, that we’d often watch, our fingers finding each other, in the camouflage of gentle grass, meeting in the muted mellow moments of quiet, when nobody could catch us, capturing each other in a kiss. She was bliss. With…

I saw a woman on the bus, who, from behind, was a very tempting twin of yours, and as I tripped into the seat behind her, which suddenly became lava, I could think of nothing but the way you try to trick me into toast, every morning, by approaching the bed, adorable in an apron,…