Intimacy is

Intimacy is having the hard

Conversation with your partner

Closely, with empathy, listening

Beyond the words, behind the

Emotion to the soul crying out

To be heard, to be seen in

All its glory, all its wounding

All the fierce fragility that

Bares its teeth when we

Just talk.

Intimacy is the long hug and the

Face buried into my shoulder and

The sheepish smile as you let

Hope in, again, that you've been

Seen, perhaps, and not discarded

As ugly or offensive or invalid,

But rather seen as incandescently

Beautiful for all your flaws,

The flaws that render you

Gorgeously human.

Intimacy is me

And you

Together

Again.