intimacy is a knowing smile shared
as cheek presses against a windowpane
covered in mother nature’s tears.
intimacy is the time someone takes to remind you
about something good you don’t see
in your own being.
intimacy is the first days of living together
in shared spaces where one watches the other
complete a puzzle of blooming flowers
on wooden floorboards.
-
in a living room you study her eyes
and notice an absence of self-awareness
over being seen in a bathrobe
forever without makeup.
intimacy is sitting beside the one you love
more than self
without an urge to push them away
because they know everything about who you are.
Beautiful, poignant, and true.
Ah, this is beautiful.