Cheek to Cheek

I like contact. Physical contact. I like when my bare arm brushes against someone else's bare arm. I like sliding into home plate and colliding with the catcher. I like when mr. anon and I touch foreheads, touch toes, touch each other's butts lightly as we scootch pass each other in the kitchen.

I like to hold hands with my dad. I like it when Amayah reaches out to give me a hug, her tiny little arms wrapped around my neck. I like it when someone laughs so hard that they have to place a hand on my shoulder to steady themselves.

I realize contact makes some people uncomfortable - that they have no interest in touching, that they like their own space. I know many such people, and I respect that this is how they feel about contact. But I will personally never understand it. I can't imagine life without goosebumps from a gentle touch, a hand on my cheek, a hug that melts all my anger away. It is just another reminder that we are here, we are living and real and we are touching each other and we are in this together.

I just, I like contact.