Shadows dance across the garden, as we dream under the moonlight and the street lights. I keep my eyes on the ivy that inches up your gate, and leave enough room between us, to make space for Jesus, but I’m drawn to you, magnetic, erratic, heart hammering, morals crumbling, because I want you, deeply, and…

When the curtains are closed, there was no light, and he liked it like that, because he never liked himself, so he loved me in the dark. I fumbled in the dark, trying to find the jug of juice we left on the desk, beside my tarot cards, and hundreds of pages of “Please let…