Holding
I hold you close, my skin against yours or our skin against the fabric of clothes pressed between us, collapsing space; as I do, I wish we could collapse time, reach back the way only memory can, dust off and revise those moments long past when possibility remain unmitigated by time, when our paths should have first crossed. I hold you close, now, in stolen moments, as the days progress, as the narratives, those we set in motion in that space between here and those long past breaths of childhood, continue unfolding their present path; I hold you close because […]