Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Lessons in Communication
It seemed harmless enough-a handshake-but my grasp lingered just a bit too long to be completely harmless. And yet, you didn't seem to mind. I think--maybe-- I could have held it longer and you would not have objected...but, no, maybe I am just reading too much into it. Still, I look into your eyes while talking about the weather or something, looking deep into your mind through those clear blue/grey portals, and you look back. Intently. We are not staring at each other. Are we? Would anyone else notice? But we are saying words, communicating as if a 'normal' conversation is taking place.
However, there is much more communication going on here. We both will realize if we have not yet, that we have elevated to a different level of communication...one that only we can fully experience with each other. Then I recall a later time, my hand placed lightly on your shoulder as I lean in from behind you in a crowd, and share a secret thought-not anything intimate-just a mundane observation, and even though I can't see your face, in my mind I can see that smile, that grin, and know that in your mind you can see mine as well. Still, my touch will linger only a bit too long, not that anyone looking in will notice, but we will. We both feel the moment, the familiar sense of our touch, and it feels good.
You playfully bump me as we are walking down the sidewalk, oblivious to the thousands around us. A laugh, a bit of chiding, and an empty threat of revenge ensues. And it feels so right. It is only you and I in the world right now. There can be nothing more important than your smile, and your touch.
Two guys are at lunch in a busy restaurant, being seated at a booth, sitting across from each other, making small talk about the restaurant, the decorations, and of course, the weather. As I get settled in the seat, I move my foot next to yours, feel your leg firmly pressing back against mine, and know that we are both trying to get closer, be connected in every way. My eyes meet yours and a slight smile appears on both our faces, communicating our desire, our need to connect, and fully understanding things that words can never adequately describe. I want to hold you, kiss you, and be part of you.
As I slide inside you ever so gently, I look and stare at your face looking for any sign. I want to never hurt you, and thankfully all I see is contentment. We are one. Connected.