Tagged: touch
we lose track, lose touch,
we lose track, lose touch,
can’t find our way back to one
another, stumble
towards purpose, meander
for a meaning, hands growing numb
.
20210818:0416
y
in quarantine, we
in quarantine, we
can still send roses, though nothing
you’ve touched have i touched
.
20200607:1039
y
on day thirty-four,
on day thirty-four,
everything looked
newly old and
agedly new –
we abstained
from leaving
any prints
.
20200425:2320
y
grazing six-eighty-
grazing six-eighty-
nine a.d. is an accident
waiting to happen
.
20180122:2101
y
for every sunset,
for every sunset,
two horizons are meeting
and never touching
.
20161009:2331
y
you are trying to
you are trying to
push me aside again, it
is a contact sport
.
20160426:0745
y
every morning, we
every morning, we
stumble upon new
universes, simply
in the way we rub
off on one another
.
20160403:1555
y
because i am
because i am
lucky, your hands
are always the perfect
degree of soothing
to my heart. because
you are lucky, there
is always an exposed
piece of me that
responds, full tilt
.
20151211:0356
y
between touching you
between touching you
and not touching you is an
itch – after a long
absence, the body is dumb,
pauses for recognition
.
20150927:0136
y
at the edge of every
at the edge of every
moment, you can
look, but not
touch,
feel, but
not make sense –
the seconds rub
their wings together,
the milliseconds
loosen their
grip. it’s the
perfect setup –
a postcard moment
for those
without stamps
.
20150225:0939
y
