I Wonder..

I wonder what it would feel like to touch skin as soft as mine, the pink curl of a silken shell’s inner lip. I can only imagine.

I wonder what it would feel like to trace the soft tissue of a dew-sodden petal, to feel it tremble beneath my fingertips. I imagine that all the petals would unfurl for me, open to my touch, and I could dip slowly, gently, to where the nectar lay.

Instead, I lie in fields of white, willowy dandelions, and I feel their cotton faces tickle the curve of my spine, the nape of my neck. I run my fingers up the delicate, fuzzy stalk, close my eyes, and blow.