Thu, 19 May 2005

Yoin
She had an endless collection of quilts on her bed, which we’d crawl under and find each other back when we did such things, but on the night in question we were atop the quilts, as she was showing me the constellations of moles on her body. She was quiet, telling me a secret, the feeling of being let in on something that was present in my every interaction with her. I followed her fingers with mine across the goosebumps, trying to remember the names, the shapes. Months later, when we were dancing, I followed the constellations with my fingertips and she held on to me as though afraid of falling off the earth.
(12:12.05.19.2005) [/alpha] #