“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” ― Pablo Neruda
I’ve started my next book, which I’ll tell you all about soon enough…
In the meantime, Around The Bend releases tomorrow— and the early reviews look promising. 😉
Early on in the writing process of a new novel I sometimes start with poetry, and really bad poetry at that.
I find that it helps me get into the character’s head, little by little, as their voice becomes clearer.
It also, occasionally, helps me hear my own.
Raw, unedited…here’s the latest. 😉
My head presses against your chest,
and suddenly all is right in my world.
I come alive in the warmth of you,
your touch burns my skin.
The sound of your heartbeat,
makes it hard to breathe.
I would stay like this forever if I could,
knowing it might kill me.
But there’s no need.
For a minute in your arms,
is as good as eternity.
Until—only it isn’t.
And I let myself die a little more.
Just so I can live again.