I can text you. I can call you. But it’s not the same.
It’s not the same as laughing with you
It’s not the same as being near you
Feeling your hands squeeze mine
Stretching the webbing of my fingers.
Feeling your voice vibrate your chest
Petting your bear hair. Arm hair. Chest hair.
It’s not the same as kissing your lips.
Feeling your sizable hands on my leg
My stomach. My chest. Wrapped all around me.
Feeling like I can melt into you
Into certainty and tenderness.