Poetry
After the First Hunger
I have loved you through the years that changed us, through summers when desire seemed almost endless, through winters when age began its work, and through those long afternoons when memory would suddenly return your face to me with such force that everything around me seemed briefly suspended, as though the world had forgotten its direction and left the two of us alone inside a moment that belonged to only us.
By Tim Carmichael19 days ago in Pride
