THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
He touched my hair and my face, put both his hands on my face, held his hand over my heart then took my wrist in his hand to feel my pulse and then put his fingers to my neck to feel it again. And he held my hand, examined it closely, took my socks off to touch my feet, ran his hands over my back through my tshirt, ran his hands over my hips, put his hand under my shirt on the small of my back, moved them slowly over my legs and when he paused and I said, 'What?' and he only said, 'I've never touched your legs before.'
I moved as he wanted me to, was pliable in his arms. I did what he asked of me, and did it without thinking.
It was a strange evening.
But that was a week ago.