It was a flash.
I remember the tickle
of the pain that passed.
It was a fickle kind of pain.
But then it was funny.
I giggled. I gasped. I grasped as it passed.
I was falling and tumbling as you touched my tummy.
No. In the words of the woman I am, "You caressed my breast."
You grabbed my shaking hand and you placed it on your chest.
Its strong thump transfixed me. Contradicted my thoughts.
It spoke all the words that your own mouth could not.
"I am hot. I am cold.
I am scared of what I hold.
I want you. I need you.
I fear you. I see you.
We share this feeling.
The one we can't name.
We share this feeling.
Because we are the same."