You are beautiful from head to toe. I hadn’t expected this. Not a wave, but tsunamis wash over me. So much in common, yet enough differences to balance things out. A three-hour encounter ensues.
My body tingles. I welcome you into my sentient; grateful to have you thaw away the winter of obscure nothingness. Evening fills with countless stories and heartfelt affirmations. We listen without interruption. We talk as if there is nothing else in the world aside from each other.
You say you have a gift for me. A poem you wrote. It’s skillful in its tug of war, acknowledging what is said and challenging its previous effort with carefully constructed words. A singsong of give and take …an impossible feat yet executed with artisan precision.
I show you mine. I find myself serious and not quite myself. Not sure why, but it makes me wonder.
I enjoy our time. Or was it space? Will we see each other again? Will our paths intersect? Does it even matter? A moment must be treasured no matter the outcome. To share three hours with someone who takes the time to think and understand himself gives me relief from the desert of mindlessness.
My heart awakens as you breathe life back into my fragile soul. You’re right to say that the world has a way of helping us maintain the balance when we least expect it. I’m glad we got a chance to meet and connect. Thank you for your presence and your generous feedback.