his beautiful hands

I hold my pillow at night, so tightly for a reason.
Perhaps to convince and comfort myself in knowing
that it was the right thing to do.
A lingering sensation and desire to feel
Those hands run up the side of her body,
well versed and slowly.
We strolled through letters, consonants, and vowels
- every punctuation, pause and space
filled up the room.
As a single breath,
engulfed everything.

Right now, I'm scaredlostconfusedhappyexcitednervous, but not angry. Perhaps I shouldn't have done this in the middle of exams because I feel homesick. Take a deep breath and let your feet take root to the ground.

Please understand that it will take time to trust...