i've heard stories about hands and what they can do and how they feel different when the blood running through them pumps for you. how eyes--when the light hits them-- can move tides in their chest and drown the bits of them that had never seen the beach before that moment. how hands on hands touching arms nose to nose forehead pressed on forehead makes a stir in them only tornadoes have known; it's just destructive enough, in one constant motion, knocking down every dam ever built for protection. i'd heard stories about pulses and heart beats and tear drops under the sun. I heard stories. i've heard them. I've never started a tornado though. I've never taken anyone to the beach.