Maritza Pineda
Maritza Pineda
Isolationism
Step by step I follow you Into a forest as dark as your raven hair
My hand feeling childish flushes warm With prickling adrenaline of subdued fear and dominating anticipation Like ants scurrying under my skin Surges of energy making my feet barely skim the ground Swiftly moving to keep up with your eager stride
Trees unlike those of the Garden of Eden Cast long shadows by the moon’s reprimanding glare Obscuring the porcelain cheek bones I have kissed so many times before
A flicker in my eye, beams hesitation But the assuring grip of your hand says “No second thoughts, no going back”
At the forest’s core our feet slow Settling back on the ground Contrasting to the speed of our dilating hearts
Still holding my hand you turn to look at me Your silence tells me we’re here And my silent response tells you I’m ready
You pull me in wrapping my arm around your neck Your nectarous breath on my skin Your lips make contact with mine Annihilating all else
Your fingertips skim my back With the precaution of a child at an art exhibit My hand grips your hair Like it’s the only thing to keep me from falling off this earth
You and I in solitude Embracing isolation
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Nicole Wilcek
Nicole Wilcek
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