this monkey brain that runs me
understands some things
but not how to process
the spirit in you recognizing mine
and how these spirits can dance together,
not waiting for formal introductions
and cavort, laughing at our slower minds and bodies
who stand stunned, staring into that same ether
and stammering:
what unplanned madness
is this?
so my primate mind names it love
and this body processes yearning
when really
this thing encompasses
everything of these
but also something deeper,
more elemental, even
than they know how to touch.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Nicely written
Thank you Dewey 🙂
Did you fall into a poetry pond today? Wow. And can I say…wow. 🙂
I like this side of you Susan Daniels.
I think I must have! Still wringing it our of my sundress.
see? there ya go. wringing out of your sundress indeed! how do you live with yourself? rofl
LOL, it is not me, I worry about living with me–it is everyone else 🙂
I’m liking the monkey brain use which also seems to implies a little mischief 🙂
🙂 it sure does–thank you!