It’s so quiet here. It’s just us. It’s like someone has turned down the volume, so we might better hear what’s being said. That’s when she says, I’m close, and I know I am too. I take a knot of her fresh braids in fist and she gasps, eyes ablaze, the graze of her finger on skin becoming a scratch, our whole beings overcome, closer, still, rhythm, happening, everywhere, until for a few moments, we let everything else cease to exist. It’s just us, in our small world.
