A meeting, a recognition of clothes and face and hair, a smile, a chat, a reaching to touch a hand, a desperation, a longing to be touched in return.

Another time, another place, another meeting. A recognition of the book and the paper and the pencil and the scribbles. A smile, a greeting, a chat, a reaching to touch their mind, a desperation, a longing for my mind to be touched.

I give with one, take with the other. The first, my body is naked and my mind is clothed, my fingers and hands, my lips, my loins give pleasure to one missing pleasure, give release, give comfort. The second, my mind is naked and my body is clothed, my eyes, my hands, my mind receive pleasure, stimulated by the flow of ideas from mind to mind, stimulated by the flow of words from pencil to hand to brain and back, stimulated in a way missing for so long.