what does it mean to touch
when our hands only know how to let go?
what language do our arms speak
when we pretend we are embracing each other?
Deep within my skin are cells,
deep within those cells are molecules,
deep within those molecules are atoms
Atoms that do nothing but repel each other
to give us the illusion of rub,
of caress,
the illusion that we will always be together,
that we will always be there—
the illusion of friction,
the seduction of collision—
We only know each other
when all particles in our bodies begin to repel.
So what does it mean to touch?
what does it mean when we kissed?
Well here is the distance,
this narrow space of breath
your eyes meeting mine,
our only connection.
