Intimacy Isn't Just About Sex

Intimacy isn’t just about sex.

It’s about how you caress your lungs with the breath,

Serenade your heart with gratitude

And allow your deepest truth to exude.

It’s the way you quench your thirst with song

And bathe your eyes in beauty.

Tickle your nose with symphonies of flowers.

Tantalize your skin with sweet spring flowers.

Intimacy is the way

You let the river cradle you,

How the sun makes you blush,

The way you melt from a beloved’s gentle touch.

How the moon awakens your childlike wonder.

The stars fill your imagination with infinity,

And the rustling leaves lull you to sleep,

Where your dreams illuminate the secrets you keep.

It’s the mud between your toes

And your hands in the earth,

Nourishing your belly

With the fruits you helped birth.

It’s the melting of chocolate on your tongue,

The courage of weaving soul into song.

Letting go of that to which you’ve clung,

The realization that we all belong.

The trickling warmth of a

Winter morning’s cup of tea

Salty droplets of ocean

Dripping down your cheeks.

The crackling of a heart like creme brulee

Revealing ooey-gooey caverns of truth,

Giving way to the valor to stay,

Or the discerning wisdom to walk away.

Intimacy is a prayer to the earth,

Giving thanks to each bite,

For every pain and delight,

Offering waste to create new life.

Intimacy is extending your hand

To a stranger as a beloved.

Opening your heart and lending an ear.

Loyalty to love in times of fear.

Intimacy is the gossamer thread

Of a spider’s carefully woven web,

Patiently awaiting her catch of the day,

Maintaining her mandala without delay.

Intimacy is about how you see

Yourself in another’s eyes

And are humbled to your knees

In awe of ancient mirrors

Within eternal mystery.

To know me through you,

And discover what’s true

Looking back on how much we grew.

Intimacy

Is to see inside me

Simultaneously

Honoring me and we

Intimacy is

Flesh and spirit dancing as one

The lines between two

Melting into none.

Intimacy is the kiss

Between a bee and flower,

Alchmizing their gifts

Into honey for the hive,

Offering the nectar of being alive

Weaving a web for nature to thrive.

Intimacy is a new born

Traveling through the yoniverse,

Into warm hands wrapping safety

Around fresh new life,

Nestled into bountiful breasts

And a beating heart’s embrace.

Intimacy is

Trust after dusk,

Embracing the unknown

Without the need to be shown.

Intimacy is making love

To every part of life,

Sacred union

With shadow and light.

Intimacy curls up

Between life and death,

Laced in each breath

And eternal depth.

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