Silhouette Of Mountains

By Lataurus Black

I have been dreaming about you.
It was 2 am, and the only light touching you
was the moonlight as you lay in the white sand.
The way the water was coming upon land and slowly retreating
has me questioning if Poseidon himself was trying to teach me something.

The sea looks as if diamonds are dancing,
with reflections of stars surrounding us.
While my fingertips connect with yours, creating a melody, an afterglow.
We can see the eyes of the world looking up and studying us
as we lie on Venus.
The thick atmosphere calms our breathing while the anticipation reads like a book.

Let’s call our novel “Sense of Touch.”
As I slowly bring my ears to your lips,
Please tell me the meaning of Starvation.
As she begins to speak, the wind and the waters calm,
and the stillness in the air brings a feeling of words that need to be heard.

How long has it been? My skin has been deprived for far too long.
To feel the physical touch of your hands touching my throat
as I swallow the words loneliness.
My heart is given life again, something I freely gave away
and gave into social distancing.

I did not know that I unknowingly welcomed stress, anxiety, and depression into my life.
That led to sleepless nights in bed with no one to sink into,
as if my head was lying in quicksand off the riverbed of the Li River,
with so much beauty and pain—
Love is a world my skin has not felt in a long time.

My body was shrouded in a soft mist, only to be seen
from the outlines of the silhouette of my mountains.
Like a fine painting, I feel your eyes admiring my skin
as if you see the ethereal beauty that rests inside me.

My body wondered this wasteland for five years, empty of value, joy, or purpose.
I felt as If I was dying inside.
As if no one could see my tears as they blended in with the rain.
I desperately crave the art of affection,
for lips to press against mine slowly.

The skin-to-skin gentle touch fosters a sense of connection and belonging.
Because of you, I feel like a baby again; my fears melt away in your arms.
My heart is warm. A fire is brewing inside.
My inner self is now peeking out, seeing the world for the first time outside the darkness.

My vision is not yet clear, but my skin is awakened,
and for the first time in a long time, I’m feeling pressure as you come near me.
I feel the vibration as my heart calmly beats.
As your nose approaches my neck, taking me in as if I were a red rose.
I want to know how you found me when my emotions were lost
at the highest peak between Nepal and Tibet.

My hand still touching hers, I answer.
I’m sorry, but you were never lost.
Your body was playing tunes of Nina Simone,
causing the stars to sing love songs in the black of the night
as the moon played the jazz of your heartbeat.

You were never lost. The greatest trick this universe ever played
was making you feel as if you were not deserving.
It made you cover your heart, smothering your fire.
8,848.86 meters (29,031.7 feet) above sea level,
I smell your embers as the burning goes down between the trees.

The smell of longing and romance captivated my dreams.
Your fragrance made me an explorer, willing to climb mountains.
To finally pull you out of my dreams and look into your eyes,
letting you see what I see. A reason to love.

A reminder your skin deserves touch, like the warm embrace of the first day of spring.
The sun softly touches you, melting into your flesh.
As you closed your eyes, your head slightly tilted
while taking in the warmth of the moment—a lost lesson we can learn if we study the sun closely.

Looking into my eyes, she asks, what lesson is that?
My response is slow but intentional. How to touch.

Lataurus Black wrote this love story. I wanted to tell the tale of touch, the meaning of love, and why it’s essential for us to connect. For more on touch starvation, check out this link. https://www.webmd.com/balance/touch-starvation