Love?

How lovely, the way lovers lean on each other. I've been thinking about the physics of it, the gravity of hearts. The first human instinct: to find something to lean on, we all have it, the radar for warm solid things. I am good at being lonely, but loneliness makes you heavy. What do you do when you can not lean? you fold. I fold on myself. There is warmth here, too. A center here, too. I wish it was enough.