By Elizabeth Goldberg
i want to show him sweetness.
men are forgotten,
he deserves my softness.
we are neutral in this bond: no masculinity, femininity, nor divinity, just simplistic —
“you are a beautiful person.”
i let it slip from my lips,
kissing him without contact;
collisions all over without an inch of my touch.
the way he protects me is innocent, silky.
i don’t need to talk
(he knows),
but i just want to say
it.
we are delicate and connected,
interlocking and satin.
the wind might take us away and we won’t even notice.
not ever.
Elizabeth Goldberg is a fifth-year student at Boston University, majoring in English and Classical Civilization with a minor in Psychology. Elizabeth hopes to pursue poetry and psychology in their graduate schooling.