no words. just shorthand. like spies we could walk the mall and nobody knew our mission. veins pulsing. decorating her delicate skin. i can feel them with my eyes. decoding her hands in my memory. viscerally feeling her touch. i know hers. small and warm. soft. tanned. so very tiny. so large in their calm. yours in hers. sometimes a firm squeeze . like our own language. mother morse code. angry. proud. dots and dashes in the palm. happy like a skip. pulling in a hurried rush. three tight squeezes. pulsed right into your core. i. love. you.
