So, where?
Some say it’s the heart
Bleeding, cold,
Throbbing rapidly,
Not judging,
Compassion’s home.
Some say it’s the hands
Strong, caressing,
Tender, trustworthy,
Firm with experience,
Flesh affirming flesh.
Some say it’s the arms
Solid, embracing,
Encircling, open,
A safe place,
Always a sanctuary.
Some say it’s the eyes
Cautious, bright,
Longing, distant,
The surest measure,
Where the answer lies.
It’s the brain
Synapse and neurons
Swimming in chemicals
Sorting out incoming data
In helices and pulses.
It’s biology and chemistry.
Proteins doing what they we
built to do.
Not magic.
But no less mystery
In the consummation.
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