intimacy Q a nice head game for souls and their bodies 050910 ... no reason been craving it 081103 ... unhinged emotional OR physical but sadly never both 081103 ... unhinged i am afraid i don't know what this word means 081206 ... no reason a wink 081206 ... nr i like how you pull me close and rest your head on mine. i like how we talk about silly things. i liked softly cuddling with you in the morning, even if i wasn't quite awake (plight of the night person). i used to have myself convinced i was better at certain things alone, so i like finding out that's not necessarily the case. 151215 ... just me the sex is some of the best i've had. it's either super passionate and urgent and hot, with fierce makeouts and soft scratching and full-body touching, or it's intimate and nice, with lots of soft kissing and arms around each other and hair-stroking. and often it's all of the above. and then we cuddle and talk and joke for hours in bed. i don't quite understand how this level of intimacy can happen for a person whose brain still can't let themselves completely commit. this is the hardest thing to let go of should it ever be necessary. 180416 ... unhinged (i am still afraid i don't know what this means; i have spent the past four years with a dazzling lack of it, specially emotional intimacy.) stunted hypersensitive paralyzed 180417 ... understory Static Even as child it was foreign and awkward Sexually_challenged But always ON But intimacy isn't just sex Sex is just sex Intimacy is the static between It is what we make it It's missing your grandmother's cheek Rubbing your dog's belly and kissing their stinky paws Making eye contact with someone looking down Falling asleep and dreaming next to someone A leaf from a tree falls into your lap Rain on your skin Sun warming your hair even after dark it lingers A child grips your hand, trusting We're just passing through this land Intimacy is knowing we are all the same shit really... and letting that be enough 180419 ... Soma I lay in my bed on the other side of the house yet am closer to you than all those nights between shared sheets worried about how we perceived the other this distance is closer than kissing or bodies or sex this closeness is comfortable warmth enveloping security in the knowledge of our hearts I am closed eyes reveling in the familiar comfort of knowing your every noise memorizing every step on the floor above my bed and when the sun rises and the new day dawns I am watching you shave your legs thinking of how you will draw your delicate socks on to brighten the shadows of hurt inside you At times I catch you watching me, too I am snow-day sitting next to you but not touching listening as I rest my eyes I am closer than I've ever been Our bodies don't come between us For all the intimate things Were never really about bodies at all 240113 what's it to you? who go blather from