Mind-sex takes love… and closeness, I wrote, reminding him that my body had been poisoned with the land, left unsafe to touch.
His response slaughtered unease.
I can live in words
written out of you and me.
I want, but need not
your flesh to love you deeply
and true. I know ink, do you?
the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Stories and Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– I like many of the names you offered last week, Ash and Silvanus are favorites. However, I went with Hedgewitch’s suggestion, and left him nameless (for now).
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. Linked to Poets United.
handwritten visual and the blackout poem bits
that went into the wee tale