Sapiosexual

I turned and saw you there
as you moved into the circle of conversation
and was struck by the way you listened
every nuance
every phrase
each detail seemingly connecting
without ever saying a thing
then you asked a question or two
not flighty yes or no fluff just to get looks your way
but with gravitas
and that began our dance of words
fencing between minds
and then you looked at me like that
like I’d just said something interesting
like I’m a thinker
and you get me
and I know your a thinker too
there’s a depth to your eyes – a knowing
a seeking
a light that’s beautiful
but really
all I can think of right now is
are you thinking what I’m thinking