Two blades of grass
brushing together
as naturally as two lovers.
Violently, the storm
interrupts the
winding motion
of our intertwining.
If only we could
touch now and then,
soul to soul;
passing air through
lungs that breathe
the same sweet air of hope.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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