the tingling remains
long after
like static trapped under skin
your breath mixed into mine
lines blurred between voices
until language disappeared from it
the mix kept echoing
long after the silence
I spun around you
centrifugal force
tearing me away
from my own center
the static moved
like a fox crossing the field
the tingling returned
not feeling the burn
the fire did not exist yet
calm wind surrounded every inch of me
pulling me toward you
wind came from the trees behind us
moving through the crushed grass
through the nonexistent space between us
stranger’s touch
somehow natural against my skin
not from hunger
nor love
but a quiet curiosity
that kept me in the wind
beneath us
the earth kept our outline
above us
the sky kept what we could not name
a vast space
strecthing into the horizon
without nothing in sight
nothing to see
nothing to happen
vast space of emptiness
nothing other than yourself
cornered in the space
how tight that corner feels,
how endless that space is
no edge
yet still a corner of loneliness
no footsteps
nowhere to go
only a bit of hope
held in that corner
to see someone
to see something
to hear a sound
but nothing to arrive
and you remain still,
with emptiness
