closure

it was the night. it was the last night. 

i stopped you, my elbow at your ribs, my arm wrapped around the front of your body,

stay like this, i said, holding you by your waist. I have to ... 

my head left 

so i took him by my small hands

i took him and saw things I had never seen before,

a few freckles on his cheeks, a few hairs between his busy eyebrows

a chin cleft shallower than i thought

i had no need to see

my hands were not done yet, my hands savored this

founding the smallness of his waist, the broad expanse in his shoulders, the blades protruding and pointy

the hair curled around the nape of his neck, 

memorizing the exact height of his collarbone, the faint dusting of golden brown hair above his pants

the surface of his pale skin, the smoothness until right below his neck

a few teenage aberrations still clinging to this manly back

i'm tired, he said.

my hands turned him around

my hands found what they were looking for that night