He is older and his body is older. There is not a man of youth and vigor to be captured by, but a man of stories and a fleshed out soul who knows what brings him pleasure and he conducts his life accordingly. I like his literary feel in my path. I cannot step over him. I must allow us to fuse and flow through one another on the path to our salvation.
Intimacy leads to the verbal writing of our life histories on one another.
He takes the expanse of my lean back and begins his tale. The Buddhists create shrines to their ancestors. R. is fascinated with his ancestry and has traced it past Mississippi and the Virginias. His strange connection with me is his grandmother was born in Eden, Texas. I am from Texas and R somehow thinks we are kindred spirits because of this.