By Andre-Marie Tabarnac / Contributor

I could not see him, 
yet I could feel his presence 
like a glimpse of northern lights 
in a turbid night. 
Tongue has amnesia,  
heart stops for an endless second  
lips imitating the word ‘hello",  
not able to produce any sound.  
The smell of a strong aphrodisiac fragrance  
and expensive cigars, 
sticky and heavy peanutbutterflies in my stomach. 
I wish I could snooze feelings forever. 
A cold dry hug with no eye contact  
Two seconds of distant closure  
and four layers between us, 
where there used to be none.