Existensialism

A Poem by Christina Reed

I am in my body, you are i yours, we cannot ever touch. I can think that we can touch, but negative powers reflect off and we can never, ever touch. I would love to touch you, although I never can, physically. Our minds can touch, curl up next to each other, hug, agree and talk to each other. Watch our minds converse and our bodies ignore each other. I am in love your mind, I want to make love to the deep depths of your opinions and hold hands with your thoughts. Lie in bed with your feelings and be amazed at the effect you have on me. In school, we are discussing existensialism, one thing that defines my inner is you.