Uncategorized Low Tide in D Minor Posted by Allison McCabe on November 12, 2013July 14, 2016 That love is still there, moving through amygdala to hypothalamus, tangled in my hair, sticky on my thighs. My skin still vibrates. The space where you were is still pulsing. Your mouth told me more when you weren’t talking. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...