Our bodies lay next to eachother without a single touch.
I don’t need to lay.
I can sit.
I can stand up.
I can just leave.
I am afraid that I cannot resist.
My body is located in an unknown territory.
I want to move but I cannot.
The smell of his body.
We are strangers but in the same time we are not.
It’s a contradiction.
How can I lay next to this anonymous body
and not be afraid of getting hurt?
But there is something about his smell,
which makes me want
to stay and explore the unknown.
There is an unusual intimacy
which fills up the room.
My body is somehow excited
about this moment
but in a weird way
it cannot react.
It never felt that difficult.