Naughty indeed. But, indeed, we're back. Words:




Dearest,

I’ve been sleeping. I’ve been waking up.
A quiet afternoon sans the traditional stinging,
a foreplay I don’t mind at all.
When I breathe in and out, it’s almost
like the past on speed dial, making me ache.
It’s not like I forgot by falling asleep.
This letter, the red wine, the nonsense.
It’ll be good in Tejas.

Love.