If I were to write something about intimacy today
I’d write how vital it is for us
For our bodies
For our hearts
For our health
For our lives
I’d write that we are designed or created
Whichever you choose
For intimacy and connection
And we’ve been convinced
And convinced ourselves
That it’s not so
That its not safe
That we need to protect ourselves
That we need to close ourselves
That we need masks and armour and walls
I’d write that much of what we feel
As pain and suffering
Is from not being intimate with ourselves
For not knowing ourselves
For not trusting ourselves
For not knowing our feelings
For not knowing our hearts
Not knowing the deeper parts of ourselves
Not knowing how to listen to our inner voice
Not knowing how to hear
For intimacy is a relationship
An engagement
A conversation
Of feeling within
Of seeing
With inner eyes
Beyond the illusion and expectation
The Light within
I’d write that in intimacy
With myself and with you
I’ll become more whole
More healthy in so many ways
That many of the systems that take me away
From myself
Would matter less
For in intimacy
I am seen
I am healed
I am felt
I have a place, a space
My dance is valued
As a thread in the tapestry of the whole
I’d write that in intimacy with you
I have a place
My heart has a home
Your arms hold me with tenderness
Your eyes see me
I am welcomed
My shadow and my light
Words of openness are spoken
With love
I’d write that intimacy is presence
And presence is intimate
And that presence keeps us
Grounded in the moment of reality
Where judgement and expectation of others
Falls away
To allow the heart to be heard
As it sings its song of life
I’d write that intimacy opens a space
For the vastness of me, of you
To be expressed
A space that expands as we expand
A space that offers the liberation of revelation
For us to reveal
All that’s within us
And know that it has a place
When it’s seen
When we are seen
I’d write that I sit before you
And open myself
Body, mind, heart, soul
To intimacy with you
To see, to be seen
To hear, to be heard
To feel, to be felt
To know, to be known
I’d write that in intimacy
Your heart, my heart
Have one beat
The beat of life
The beat of love
The beat of possibility.
