Tag Archives: Elizabeth May Young

More Than This

Would he love me if he had the chance and would he do it well? It happens that usually any affection that manifests is exchanged between us at a time of night reserved for just these things. He parks his … Continue reading

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When I Knew I Could Love You

The night before I left I lay beside you for hours listening to your breaths swim in and out I imagined your tongue curling in a way that suggested there was somewhere for it to go, and I could tell … Continue reading

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