Por un beso...

There he was making the case for touch, much needed, much feared. In awe, I walked, clouded with misconception, perceptions getting clearer by day, the greatest city on earth. They claim there's harshness here. There is. But there's also tolerance, there's also resilience, the mark of a city that's seen all, been through all, risen. In a short period of time, experienced much, I write home: pearls, a heavily touristed city, craziness, my ass groped for a prolonged period of time on a crowded subway... I'll stay, I think. There are spells of homesickness but never regret. I miss people but I don't miss the place. I miss the way he hugged me and he expresses it on the phone still, the young'un, the only one who can. What others feel, I cannot tell. If they do miss me, there's no indication. It is un beso I crave from him but that to me he refuses to give.