capturing emotions and actions that speak louder than words
I want to lay beside you, and count the different shapes the clouds will permit us to form in our minds, as we hold hands, fingers intertwining like roots over roots, a glove that is sticky to the touch yet smooth, like hugs our hands give each other, sliding palm across palm until our fingers are tight and we both feel we couldn’t possibly be squeezing any tighter. I want to stare at the stars at the hour that only crickets chirp, when bees are asleep and the light is a mere smudge of orange glow, that warms our bodies like a fireplace in the bitter cold. I want to remember the moments, when we were both young. Best friends, in the heat of the hot summer sun, partners in crime to the mistakes we committed against ourselves, which burned our skin, two stolen cookies and three late nights deep, lectures we received from our elders, and lopsided smiles we shared in secret.