I never told you.
During that summer night on the neighbor’s porch, the first year we’d grown too old to catch fireflies, I hesitated that morning in hiking up my skirt when we waded, knee-deep, into the cold creek for an errant fishing line.
You strummed me a tune on your guitar; it shivered through me.
19 thoughts on “Shiver”
Thank you! I took a peek at your blog and wish you good luck on your work. =)
I appreciate that, and it’s good to see people are actually reading and enjoying your work, because it is quite emotive stuff.
Beautiful nostalgic type imagery.
Was I there? Cause it sure felt like I was. Great evocation of memory and emotion.
Glad it felt real to you! As an urbanite, this is high praise. =)
Beautifully and captivatingly written.
Thank you! You are very sweet to tell me so. =)
A fantastic juxtaposition between the warmth of a summer night and the shivering brought on by emotions.
Thank you! I’m glad it worked for you.
Thank you! ❤