Then there is that dimple in your shoulder, the one that my finger touches repeatedly, dipping in and out. In and out. At other times, it is your gap-toothed smile that catches my attention, a tunnel into that full-bodied laugh. Your hair, a curtain – thick, dark and heavy like the forests of our past. Your smell, like the sea – salty and full of secrets. My hand traces the curve of your stomach, lined by life and children. My eyes try to peer inside your soul. Each time we meet, I rediscover you. Only to lose you once again.
