Touch
‘Soul’
Our bodies meeting. Our minds meeting.
Feeling your soul, wrapped in the body I hold. Energy.
The invisible thread between us. Connection.
Touch. The soul I love so immensely exists.
‘Skin’
Universe. You and I made of the same dust, just living in different bodies.
Holding hands. Your fingers intertwined in mine.
Witnessing your existence.
Hugging. Your head on my shoulder. Warmth.
Touch. The soul I love so immensely exists.
‘Eyes’
Your caramel-brown skin. Your shiny eyes. Your curly hair.
The mole on your neck. Your smile. Your scars.
The wave of your eyebrow. Your tattoos.
Touch. The soul I love so immensely exists.
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‘Nose’
Your scent. Your perfume. Your breath.
The way our noses nudged. Teasing.
Touch. The soul I love so immensely exists.
‘Ears’
Your voice. Your humming. Your passion. Your likes, your dislikes.
Your laughter. You calling my name. Your heartbeat.
Touch. The soul I love so immensely exists.
‘Mouth’
Getting to say your name.
A kiss. Reassurance.
To kiss your wounds and your good parts.
Touch. The soul I love so immensely exists.
‘Heart’
Realizing the weight of carrying yours.
Mine beating for you, with every beat, every chamber. Clarity. Certainty.
Touch. The soul I love so immensely exists.
Time. Life. Circumstances. Distance. Desires. Betrayal. Choices.
Touch?
The soul I love so immensely doesn’t exist.
And I?
Still exist.
Still exist.
