- Vol. 03
- Chapter 11
Image by Bruce Connew
In it together
The warm clutch of her thighs had faded,
I sensed a slow sour on her skin.
I was gentle with my tongue when I muzzled into
the remembered cup of her hand.
I had watched the melt on her bones.
I knew as she made the long climb to the bed
of my back
but I was created to carry
and I will carry as far as she needs me to go.