Dear Mr Maybe, It’s been a weird day. I spent too little time sleeping, too much time in my head, and now I’m feeling antsy, irritated and unsettled. Would you be the one to tease me me out of my directionless anger? To playfully provoke me until I’m so distracted by your infectious smile and […]
“You might be wondering, given the fluidity of my sexuality, why I’m addressing this to Mr Maybe. You may not be a Mr at all and if that’s the case then I hope you’ll keep reading anyway. I suppose it just seems unlikely, given the bulk of my experience/trust issues with women, that we’ll share a gender. Either way, I hope you’ll let me share your hoodies….”
“It’s the middle of summer but the night has a chill that has me breaking out in goosebumps while I wish on stars.
There’s a powerful lunar event rising amount the clouds and if the right person comes along once in a blue moon then you should be here tonight, a solid warmth at my back while we wait for the eclipse.”
Or will you let me hide my face in the hollows by your collarbones sometimes? Will you let me take tiny, shuddering breaths against your throat until the scent of your skin overpowers the bitter taste of my sadness and I can breathe a little deeper, a little easier.