Tag: the covering

copy_e2ad608c-11a4-4d36-8eb5-349dbc06de92 The Covering I am not here to bind you, or braid you into something small. I am here to cover you in the memory of who you’ve always been. I come soft— a nuzzle of warmth at your wrist, a brush of breath across your collarbone. I am the hush before the becoming. Let…