Touch
A heightening of senses

Touch
Bristling beneath it

Horripilation
Sweeping up bodies -

From the Latin, horrere pilus,
"to bristle" + "hair" -

The most delicious
Can be the most poisonous

Exploding with each
Touch

Anticipation erupts
Touch

At the very thought
Of such delicious fruit

Touch

It’s those goosebumps
From your sweet and soft kisses
In my neck
Which make
Every cell of my body
Feel so alive

hello stranger
I saw you looking at me

eyes opened up wide, 
but what do you hide?

it was just a second.
cute smile. brown skin.
I like your style. you’re just my type.

wanna hang out?
let’s go for dinner, 
we would be cute together, no doubt.
or are you a sinner?

oops… too late..
probably never gonna see you again
what a shame, man.

******* it.
at least to my imagination there’s no limit…

- gio, 18.07.2019

Arms still raise goosebumps
Though your stare I often see
Paralyzing blues

dark purple
under my eyes
tired
not a surprise
goosebumps
i wish i was warm
hopefully
i'll get swallowed by the swarm
i've been deprived
of sleep at night
i've been deprived
of you holding me tight

I am drawn to him
in the way
I don't understand.
I don't need to see him.
His voice only gives me
goosebumps.
And now I can handle the pain.
It's his voice in my head
Reminding me of how long
I've handled it,
that haunts me.
My heart hears nothing but
audible gold from his mouth.
So now I know
that I don't need much
from my life.
Just need to hear his voice;
sometimes.

A Fragment of happiness
in my life.