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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