The Body Electric

The Body Electric: Day Seventeen

Tonight, I realize that something has changed between me and the guy I love.

I’m at a holiday party when I notice it:  in a crowded room full of chatter and hum.  I’m making my rounds — a slow circuit from one little knot of friends to the next — when I look up just briefly and catch T’s eye across the room. 

He flashes me a smile.

*

When I was newly married, some nine years ago, things were different.  

If T and I went to a party, we’d spend most of the time arm in arm.  I’d stand close to his shoulder and wait to be introduced to his friends.  We moved through a crowd eternally linked.

These days, when the two of us enter a roomful of people, we almost immediately part ways, our circuits widening.  Every so often, we’ll exchange glances, though…

A brief touch on the soft place at the inside of the elbow.

My arm threading under his for just a second as we meet at the middle of a room…

And then away from each other again.

*

It’s funny, but if you were to watch us from afar, it might look like we’re less connected to each other than we were a decade ago, but that’s not true.  If anything, it’s the opposite: I feel T with me all the time now … His thoughts in my head, even.

It’s almost as, in our younger days, we needed the bridge of our bodies to communicate.

And now we’ve managed to build something a little freer than that — gone wireless, so to speak — the soul gently expanding beyond the limits of the skin… 

Does this seem like nonsense to you?

Maybe it does to me, a little bit.  But I also know it’s just true…  

And it’s good. ❤

september

September 2015

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