*bows* I am humbled by your mighty inspiration. Once I had the song on loop, it all just slotted into place. so thank you, twice, for the track and the review. Gritty as beach sand is a nice compliment, I'll hold onto that one.
oh the force of the first time and the sudden almost insurmountable fear that comes hand and hand with desire. that was beautiful.
and afterwards, so sad, so nearly and sort-of heart wrenching. well done for that too.
I do that too, pick at grass in my lap when I sit cross-legged on the grass. Was doing it the day my husband asked me to marry him. Bits of grass everywhere.
this... confuses me. But don't take that badly. All good poetry confuses me slightly.
and I feel... faintly guilty. As though I have done something terrible and potentially wonderful at the same time.
If this is the weirdest review you've ever had, I am sorry, and a little bit proud.
"When in doubt, ask politely"
You know how I feel about this piece, and I think it is wonderfully written and beautifully heartbreaking. I am seldom so happy to be so sad.
Bravo.
I know what you mean, but think of all that they can share with each other that they couldn't share with, for example, a human. They can be honest with each other, completely and totally, neither has to hold back any canine urges or behaviour and Oli no longer has to lie to whoever he is attempting to date about where he vanished off to every month.
See, there are good things.
these things take time, and Oli will heal - hopefully. and he is in the process of understanding what Boris means to him in a very different way than what Anastasia is to his father.