Thursday, June 25, 2020

Close.

Intimacy
I miss it
The meaningful embraces
When everything you want
Is in your arms and you are swallowed up
And to be right exactly there is all you need
And you don't want to let go first
To be lying in bed
You reach out and someone is asleep beside you.
And it's them
The one
Reciprocating with the same love
Matching your intensity
The chemistry
A little squeeze of the hand you're holding
To show they are present and with you.

That's close.

Intimacy
I miss it
Not just the physical type
but emotional like 
How feeling safe or wanted might
To turn during triumph
And they are there
See a face and be safe
To never be alone
To speak and know you've been heard
To share deeply and be vulnerable overtly
Without worry of judgement

That's close.

Intimacy
I miss it
And every day it is farther away
From my last memory of what it was like
Time passes nothing has changed
Now with loneliness, pain.
You can fake passion
There's always lust
They are never enough
You can't be intimate without trust
I don't have that in any way
With anyone
I am not

Close.

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