Volatile nerves tremble and skin is raised, reaching.
I find an eyelash that clings, his gentle fingers are hard, gentle, never weak.
He blinks and so does the camera and I’m still, a breath caught within infrared.
There are trees, leaves that delight as I eavesdrop in their chatter. I touch the bark, pretend to not see the scars. I whisper for permission to leave another. D plus E.