I grasp the edges of her like a wave does the rim of coastal rocks, touching her with burning hands, marvelling at her shape, her otherness. The back of her neck, the small of her back, her waist. And for the first time she lets me; she touches me, too.
Erin Gough
even seeing you now... it's hard to think straight. i can feel my heart hurting and i want to cover my face and hide. there are so many things i want to say to you... but the words won't come out.