what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul
what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence
what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable
what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists