You are glitter in my sky and flame in my core.
Your chest — my palms and fingertips lust.
I kiss you forever.

Heaven is home, and home is heaven.

Snuggle into colour. Be dazzled by splendour.

Outside at night, it’s 35 below. In the morning, it was 28 below. Now, early afternoon, it’s warmed up to 20 below.

Can you blame me for dreaming I live in Cynthia Belliveau's house?

I have decided not to venture out. I am content in my little house with my sons and sweetie.

The day hums sparkling sunlight through the windows.