Kontaktpunkt [the haptic encounter]

PART TWO

It’s as if time stopped.

Absolutely nothing else in the world matters except exactly everything here.

This material, this fluidness, opening me while closing me, has cradled a portal into a whole state. I can’t describe it. I can only feel it.

Is that velvet red, or am I only imaging it to be so? When my eyes are closed in a deep merge, it no longer matters, but I still see color in darkness. I still feel color in heat.

The texture caresses my arms, my bleeding hands, while his skin does so too in the same frequency. I can’t tell the difference anymore between either as they are merging into oneness while I am merging into oneness with both.

I’ve lost light in this space. Panels of fabric have absorbed us into secrecy and I can no longer grasp my body outside of this enclosure. I hear nothing but his breathing. I hear nothing but my thoughts. I feel nothing but completeness, of something far more vast and far more omnipresent, like an invisible infrastructure that has given us this space. The physicality is temporary as a reminder that our bodies are also, temporary.

Have I met you before somewhere as you taste familiar? Have I embraced you in a past life knowing your scent? I know your scent. I smelled it as you…