from that documentary, someone else’s story
Because...
Actually, I do not know why
I had literally never been touched
By a lover
Until I was in college
She seized me
She kissed me
I fainted
Overwhelmed
By the response of my blood
Of my nerves
By the sensation of
Someone else’s hands
How sad
And how beautiful
That I can remember that moment
That moment of first knowing
We are beings
Which are not made for solitude