Contact

I don’t think we talk
about touch enough.
I think we over-promote lust
too much———
too much like a bad thing.

This, talking about bedroom fantasies
caused by looks
shared across a room,
something that in that moment
feels like a colosseum
and suddenly,
you are ready to be eaten by a lion
because something inside
is
licking 
you 
up.

This is
before
touch.

This, the moment
where blood rushes
to cheeks,
and necks,
and ears
and yep,
you’re 
DEFINITELY red.
But it’s okay
because there’s something magical
in the fact
that another
human being
can make
you feel this way.

This,
lover swimming
through crowd
just to kiss
the knuckles on your hand.
This, batting eyes
behind a fan.
This, watching as pheromones
paint the air with color
disguising chemical
until pressure hits you
and you are suddenly
heady.

This —-
endorphins,
serotonin,
oxytocin,
and dopamine’s symphony.
This, the moment
that lovers dream about.
This, the moment
where the catalyst of a look
will meet wave 
of emotion
and it’s either
sink
or spark.

This,
craving to be wrapped around
their body when the
sun comes up,
this is your face
nuzzled against their neck
and them tracing
the length of
you
until oxygen is something
you can’t get enough
of.

(This
might be
lust.)
And that’s okay.

Because when the lines
of your palms meet,
I want you to 
tell me of the streets
you’ll travel,
the moments
of your interlocked
fingers
as you twirl around
drunk in love
on the dancefloor;
tell me how it feels 
to brush your thumb
along the back of your
lover’s hand
and the way your pulse trips
over itself
every time 
they reach out
just to connect with you again.

Tell me that it’s wrong;
that “at first sight” is only part of it,
Spit in their face
when they tell you physicality 
should have nothing
to do with it,

because a pretty face
and an amazing personality
will mean nothing
if their touch
doesn’t make you ripple
with electricity.

This,
the feeling of 
skin
grazing skin,
this,
the new translation
of you and
your 
lover’s language,
revealing your intent,
This,
understanding of
“I love you”
that is unsaid,

This 
is touch.

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