I Have Memorized Your Body
I was asked how I will recognize you in the middle of a crowd, and I went ahead to say, “even if I was blindfolded, I’d know you”! Even if I was deaf, I would smell you. Even if I couldn’t hear, I can sense you. You often ask me “why do you like to touch my face; I love it but why do you”? I study your jawline, I can tell your crafting from the way I touch you. I know your cheekbones and how they form, your contours are strong and I can sense your nose bridge from the way you breathe. Your forehead isn’t like mine. It has tiny hair and your beards; I can tell the texture and the scent. Your earbones, they are used to me. They breathe in my hands, just like your jawline settles in my arms. Your eyebrows; thick. I am a sucker for all you are. Yes I know you. I can tell you from the crowd, I can seperate you from the noise; I know your body so well,...
