Hollow light on gray leaking through windows. Illuminated gold on gray curls. Thin fingers tracing, tiny bones pushing weakly. A jaw bone. A chin. A trachea. Eyes taking in all the dark hasn’t conquered. A collar bone. A shoulder. Tracing you onto my mind.

Snugly sitting in foot-room, digging my face into the seat cushion, staring ,enamored, into the deep green of what’s pondering in your eyes.
Eyes looking into the infinite darkness of under the seat.
Eyes following strings attached to one another. A hand, a cheek. A smile, a heart. Strings pulling us closer with every meeting here. The space getting smaller the closer we get. Filling up faster with something unexplainable. Regaining the strings that break the farther our bodies move.
Running my fingers over the knots, forming more as I touch you. Learning through braille, your body, each knot recalling a memory. Each memory a feeling. Each feeling etched across my mind, hopefully forever, the most ephemeral strings growing longer.