You stumble into a pitch black room.
The room smells of lilac,
like the flowers your grandmother used to grow.
You close your eyes and all you can see is a purple ocean
with purple fish and purple sand and purple waves.
A hand touches your back,
the gentle human touch you’ve longed for.
Most touches feel thoughtless and cold
but this touch is warm, real.
No words are spoken but you and this person understand
that you’re both only human,
its not much more complicated than that.
Stranger takes your hand to dance,
and the two of you make music
with the syncopation of your souls.
But since your both only human,
stranger has to go and so do you.
You walk out of the black room that smells like lilac
and go back into the world with different colors.
You go back home to your fourth floor apartment,
you reveal your naked body, vulnerable
you slip under your bed sheets.
You close your eyes. Its pitch black.
It smells like lilac.
A hand touches your back.