Every morning when I peer around the door frame, your slumbering teen body is a new shape.
A toppled Roman statue, all broken limbs and alabaster skin.
A wild dog in the desert, curled hard against the midnight elements.
A man emerging; Michelangelo’s Davide.
My love for you is incandescent.
Gabe has been writing and editing for 30 years, from her home base in Sydney. She doesn’t plan on being replaced by AI any time soon.
