Our skins, like ancient manuscripts, tell stories of fire and love, etched in the lines and freckles that map our histories. Yours, a canvas of moonlight, soft and yielding. Mine, a tapestry of sun-kissed resilience, bearing the weight of generations. When we lay breast to breast, our contours align—a celestial choreography of curves and edges. The beauty lies in this convergence, the way our forms tangle and seek solace in each other’s warmth.

Yet, as I trace the contours of your shoulder, I find no wildfire burning into my flesh. No searing imprint that lingers long after our embrace. With you, it is different. Your touch remains a gentle breeze, a whisper against my skin. The passion that once blazed within me now smolders, a quiet ember. I wonder if you notice—the way my eyes search yours, seeking answers in constellations.

Do you ponder the galaxies, too? Do you wonder about the vastness that separates us—the light-years of experience, the cosmic collisions of our pasts? Or do you simply revel in the closeness, content in the softness of our shared breaths? Perhaps you are like a distant star, shining bright but distant, your gravity pulling me just enough to keep me in orbit.

And so, we lie entwined, bodies like celestial bodies—neither fusing nor tearing apart. I watch the rise and fall of your chest, the rhythm of our universe, and I wonder. Is it enough? Is this quiet communion all we need? Or do we yearn for more—a supernova of connection, a cosmic collision that reshapes our destinies?

Somehow, I don’t think you do. Perhaps you are content with the simplicity of our closeness, the way our atoms brush against each other without urgency. But I, I am a wanderer—a comet trailing memories, seeking answers in the spaces between stars. And as we drift through this cosmic dance, I’ll keep wondering, keep reaching across the void, hoping that one day, our galaxies might collide and create something new—a constellation of us.

Note: This prose is a reflection on the complexities of intimacy, the interplay of physical and emotional closeness, and the vastness that separates us.

©️Beatriz Esmer