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
This is your very first post.
My first post. I’m going to take a second and enjoy that because as the older you get the fewer first there are.