Photo by Cayetano Gil

The sun sets and the bedroom doors
close and we are left

with fingers on our lips
and suppressing laughter

shaking our shoulders.

Yet the wind is warm and
so is your arm linked with mine
as we brush the callous grains away


our arms moving
in unison.

Smooth and complete
with lines that
promise longevity

and light
hearted just like us,
you whisper.

Posted by:Julia Leung

Writer. Traveler. Eternal Student. This space intentionally left blank.

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