My fingers draw lines on skin that has none,
navigating a road not taken by a woman before,
where men have lost their way journeying over hills,
through valleys, on a path without signposts.
It is a landscape that offers no clues, just a silent
beauty that lingers long after I have conquered.
Saturday 24 September 2011
Wednesday 10 August 2011
Thursday 28 July 2011
Tuesday 26 July 2011
Aromas travel through the
house as she cooks a
favourite meal for me.
We have shared our food,
our life for seven years,
three of them free from
the troubles of years before.
Always a passionate affair,
now it has entered the quiet
time, where we can appreciate
each other's quirks and rejoice
in the labour of our ways.
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