“Love is the exchange of two fantasies and the contact of two skins.”

the car smelled faintly like propane and rubber.

his hands were dirty on the wheel and his shirt was sweat soaked.

i got in and noticed how little i liked the feel of the car upholstery.

i felt sticky and tense and unfocused.

i road the waves of air with my hand as we drove.

i noticed the force of air and the rush rush rush feeling on my skin.

i breathed in propane and pollen.

it was near dusk now and we didn't talk.

i felt the sun still hot on my legs and i thought about vitamin d.

the car stopped and was still.

i remembered life and awoke.

i hopped out and waved good bye.

the feeling on the door was not as cold as i expected.

i felt gravel on my toes and the air was cleaner here.

i tip toed through the grass and let it cool my feet.

i circled around the house as the sunlight diminished rapidly.

i saw you and felt my bag slide off my shoulder.

i liked the scratching feeling down my arm.

i hopped in the hammock with you.

a kind of waxy trampoline feel.

we didn't speak and you just let me in my place.

i though about the difference between your skin with clothes and without.

you stroked my arm.

i thought about how we were both feeling the same touch at the same time.

i thought about the comfort of touch.

i thought about the connection between two people through skin.

i thought about fingerprints and muscle memory.

i thought about heat and air and pressure.

i thought about movement and massage

i thought about bodies and wisdom.

"there is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy"