Even with a stranger.

The nicest gift of all. That I can give to friends and acquaintances. Is something to think about. A thought. To mull over.  That's better than any material gift. Yes, that's what I want from my friends, too. Not money. Not a material thing. But a thought. An idea. Maybe a poem. A few meaningful words. Maybe that's what motivated me. To become a writer. For access. To something precious.  A way to express intimacy. Without a physical act. That way. I am allowed to be intimate with any and everyone. Even with a stranger. --Jim Broede