Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Into my arms.
A number of years ago.
Was still in Scotland.
I finish work,and come out of the blue building.
It was cold,as usual.
Marco was there,waiting...for something,someone,I no longer remember.
I don't remember how or why it happened either.
All I remember is me approaching him and looking at him.
The look in his eyes..so much warmth.
He smiled at me.
He smiled,lifted his right hand,and cupped my cheek.
I could feel his warmth transfusing through my entire body.
I closed my eyes,and rubbed my cheek against his palm again and again,relishing the touch.
It still haunts me,that moment.
It still reminds me.
What it should feel like.
