Jun 2013
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 Iā€™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 a secret. D plus E.
Ewelina Nowakowska
Written by
Ewelina Nowakowska  F/Pennsylvania
   Hamed and Chuck
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