This touch occurs when I think of you but I have removed the harsh treads that come from worn memories of a long day.
Wanting you closer keeps the ailments of the mind adrift, shadowing their features to highlight yours.
Easier than exhaled breath, I succumb and wish it were always so. To have everything submit at once. If only my touch could be this gentle, it is all I could hope to hold. Softer than my head can lay, yet warmer than my arms can fold.
Photo by Milad Farhani