Surface Tension

The causal brush over a starched dress shirt. The brush of a causal hug in greeting. The surface tension of splayed fingers with crisp curly hair underneath. The feeling of a touch but not quite. I don’t press past the surface tension.


Oh, To be in love with love!

Young and light of heart

A heart with only the faintest of marks

Oh, if ever I could never know of it’s highs and lows