We are back to back sitting on a bench in a park.

There is dead silence..

Cold air.

We cannot look,

Only feel each other through the beat of our hearts and the heat of our bodies.

No eyes venture,

No touching..

Just words.

Feeling our heartbeats thumping…

Do you hear the texture of my jacket in the running wind?

Can you feel my hair on the back of your neck?

 

I feel like we are two trees in a forest…

Leaves cascading in the wind.

Natural and free, branches extended and roots gnarled together.

Gasping in the wind.

The scent of flowers and the sunlight radiant.

We sit back to back,

Pondering one another.