Sometimes, it’s the simplest things, the tiniest moments that solidify a love, that highlight its worth. Sometimes it’s not grand gestures with boomboxes above our heads, it’s a brush of skin that never gets kissed, and the lips upon it. This poem, Typewriter Series #3069 is about precisely that, the tiny moments that shape what we call love, what we define as intimacy, more than all other things combined.
Typewriter Series #3069 | 12.8.20
Typewriter Series #3069 | 12.8.20
Typewriter Series #3069 | 12.8.20
Sometimes, it’s the simplest things, the tiniest moments that solidify a love, that highlight its worth. Sometimes it’s not grand gestures with boomboxes above our heads, it’s a brush of skin that never gets kissed, and the lips upon it. This poem, Typewriter Series #3069 is about precisely that, the tiny moments that shape what we call love, what we define as intimacy, more than all other things combined.