Intimacy Is
Intimacy...
is a message distinctly conveyed,
one knowing set of eyes to
another, without a word
ever passing the lips.
Intimacy...
is the aromatic blossom of spring
and luscious fruit of autumn. Each
sharing a lover's passion, yet knowing
that they must, by need, never caress.
Intimacy...
is mournful tears shed upon
the hushed hands of a loved one
who has just passed from this life.
Intimacy...
is affirmed in the instant
a raptor snares its unaware
prey. Nature declares that death
alone assures another life.
Intimacy...
is gazing at a soft-lit moon, as
its cool luminescence warms
the inner self, and recognizing
that the frail, reflective light of
night's tacit sovereign is sufficient.
Intimacy...
is holding your children close, and
the memory closer still, as
youth matures, departing to
experience life's own vast adventure.
Intimacy...
is experience in flow, touched but
like eternity, not yet realized.
Intimacy is...
b.baumgarn
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