Categorylove (Issue No. V)

Aubade

Aubade Jo Angela Edwins You were last night a dream sitting on the edge of this tousled bed, your arm reaching backwards to touch my cheek as I slept and did not sleep, as happens in dreams. Moonlight glinted off your silvered shoulders. My body’s wild circuitry hummed. Perhaps you were afraid you had wakened me. You stood, a bulky shadow soft-footing from the room. This morning I heard a screen door slap somewhere. I started. You were nowhere to […] Continue Reading

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