NOT MINE I felt your hands once, but not as a friend or lover. I felt your body pressed against mine, in a game of moves and counter moves. Silently, secretly… I wanted you to stay there forever. To embrace you, to feel the warmth…

The first thing she asks after inquiring about me, while gripping me in enveloping hug: how my wife is, the kids are we talk amiably, deeply about our lives, families. Stuff. I see in her eyes what I have since junior high; this she knows…