September 25, 2015
(originally published on my now defunct Medium page, sometime in 2013)
I want to know exactly how many of your skin’s goosebumps would fit under my finger.
Applying pressure where it is softest, very lightly of course (after all, it is important to not scare the papillae away), moving the tip of my index a fraction of a millimetre above that dimple at the very end of your back, upwards so slowly that it would take a lifetime to reach the base of your neck.
I wonder if you’d close your eyes, sigh softly, and surrender.
I could finally count them, then.