Sunday, September 1, 2019

Let me be your beloved.

Your strong arms and sturdy back, they protect me as the wind whips. No need to fear, you whisper, as you might to a child.

My eyes are wide and my heart beats, and all the while you prepare for me tea and soft cushions.

You know that after the wind, the sun will shine and life will be one of ease. Your cooing soothes me; let me listen for it.

(Letter #1,695)