Curious, these intimacies

It's curious, how these deep connections happen
Who knows
How long
They will last?
But once a person has been so close
In mind and body
One begins to miss them
At certain points during the day

A sore muscle or boredom that becomes
loneliness beckon
His hands, lips and laughter.

It's so new
And I
Am so accustomed
to coffee for one
I am sheepish at my words
Wanting to whip wool in my eyes
So I don't have to see
My own human needs.

But they're there
Whether or not I want them.

I think of him.