Je suis très heureux
d’être ici
avec toi;
It has been four months
since I've had human
contact because of
this damned
quarantine.
I dream about being
held by you;
my skin quivers under your
touch and I greedily
inhale your caress,
like exposed leaves
during photosynthesis.
Your touch reminds me
of a sea of stars on an
October night,
cool and refreshing.
Your touch reminds me
of that time I snuggled
with my sister's dog, Fuzzie,
in my arms
and she fell asleep,
her body resting onto my body,
reassured and sound.
Your touch is like a glass
of lemonade with mint leaves
on a hot summer day,
lilting and guaranteed to
mount me onto clouds.
Your touch is the panacea
to remind me that I'm a
human being.
About the Creator
Susan Lee
I graduated from Stanford University in 2002 with a BA in International Relations and a minor in Psychology and have a Masters in International Affairs from Georgetown University.
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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