The letterbox is usually emptyWhat with the P.O. Box andsocial media, emails, SMSall so many differing waysto keep ourselves in touch.But this day&rsq..
all have gone far and widethere, a fair distance awaywhere no eye spy nor strayonly hindsight dare confideeven sproutlings coy in Springno fresh joys ..
frost laced teeth of cracked leathercourse through bare back thighsfrigid sheen of yellowed ivorycaress tentative fingertipsnose, cheek and earincline..
give up shallying; on finding and sharingwhat could be thought of as inner beautywhen these hirsute thoughts bristle againberating what little of self..