"It is violent that we cannot touch each other, yet. It’s a war crime. It should be illegal that my..."

“It is violent that we cannot touch each other, yet. It’s a war crime. It should be illegal that my fingers still haven’t learned the notches of your back. I think about holding your wrist in the O of my thumb and my index finger. I think about kissing the blue veins there. I think about careful mouth touches, and the tender of you. The warm, soft hollow of you, and how I lose my bottom lip wondering about yours. I’ll kiss you there, I promise. I promise.””

-  Azra.T., “These wrists, these eyes, these praying hands.”