I can feel your body giving in to my fingers, the way they probe the contour of every bone. I can hear your breath grow heavy when I circle my fingers right in that sensitive part of the dip between ribs and hips. When will you open the door?
My aunt died very recently. I have very strong memories of her. She was often present in my childhood, and, apart from my mum, she was the only other person who was present the night before I got married nearly two decades ago. She spoke of the power of love then, but I had no … Continue reading The Love Letter