Longing

A sweet soul asks me
What it feels like
To connect.

Our brains turn and turn again, ideas like
Emotional Body
Thinking Body
Physiological Sensation
Self//Divine//Other

He has met
The Longing
And found it seems insatiable

The more Connection he finds
The more he craves
The deeper it must go.

We leaf through concepts
Propose writing a book
And eventually
Just breathe, together

I hear him smile

And we set the words aside
Ideas catalogued
This is it.
This is all.
The longing to connect.