Watch things on VCR's with me and talk about big love.
There's something so simple and euphoric about touching. Just the momentary feel of someone's skin meeting yours, may it be a kiss on the cheek or a comforting hand on the arm. There's so much to be said through small gestures that involve hands, it's almost as if conversation is barely needed. I use conversation to justify, but I dream of a world where nothing needs to be excused.
It's the way sometimes all you need is a hug. It's the way you watch others interact; the couple kissing by the lockers, the best friends whispering in each other's ears, the light shove a girl gives to a guy she's flirting with. And oh, how she wants to pull him back, interlock their fingers and watch the muscles in his forearms contract every time he gives her hand a light squeeze. She wants to stare into his yellow daisy speckled eyes, but she's too shy. She wants to kiss the corner of his mouth, brush her black-painted fingertips through his dirty blonde hair. She laughs at his jokes, rolls her eyes at some, but all she wants to do is feel his hot breath against her cheek, the silence overwhelming them as touch takes over. Their hands become the conversationalists.
Brushing her hair from her eyes, he's saying, "You look so pretty tonight."
She nestles her cheek against his hand and she's saying, "I want to stay in this moment."
He lets his other hand pull her body closer and his eyes give away, "You're mine."
Her forehead rests against his and in one bold move, her lips meet his; agreement, "I'm yours."
But this is all in her head. Empty words are passed around and she listens carefully, but her mind is filling in the gaps. The movements that would matter, the unsaid statements she dreams, she fills with the ideas of what could have happened instead, if she had just pulled him back in. But it's done. He's still wearing his boyish half smile, but he's walking to his locker and she's watching out of the corner of her eye.
The steps down the hallway that would echo in her mind had it just been them say, "Dream on."
She and I want to live in a world of touch.
