flesh tethered to aching bones
pearly smiles
wrinkled skin
curly hair
stretch marks
scars
tattoos
weird laughs
imperfect bodies
awkwardness
what does it mean to be human?
that smell of home
of melted chocolate
coffee breath
the somehow comforting cling
of cigarette smoke
to an old person’s clothes
old books, passed down generations
cologne
shampooed hair
vanilla
cinnamon
those friends with a familiar smell—instantly recognisable
the way bodies link together is so beautiful
crooks of necks
empty and waiting
fingers intertwining
fitting between gaps
making...