It's not that easy

It's not that easy sometimes,
dealing with my selfish ego
and my body
 with it's appetites
for all these sensations and experiences.

I just do,
and repeat the progressions of days and nights,
meetings and encounters with others.

Some who are similar, and some
who are so different from myself.
Some who are twice as awake and three times
more sensitive.

I try to be careful and non-intrusive,
leave no trace, leave no trail
looking but not touching, and listening.

I realize that I can sometimes
leave someone in a better state of being
than when I found them.

A bit of love given-
more or less easy to give away,
but not so easy to find for myself.