Intimacy
I love you.
I love the way your hair falls blindly
I love your innocence of yourself
I love the way you hold your wounding in the shadows and don’t speak about it to me
I love your breath and the bones beneath your flesh
I love the scent that rises from your skin.
I love your eyes that pull me in
and
I love the sudden flashes of power that rush through your body
I love your malleability
Your gullibility
and the way you turn to putty in my hands
I love it when you arrive, I love it when you are here and I love it when you leave
I love the way you write, I love the way you talk, I love your easy company and the tension in your lips.
I love the way pain settles in your heart and you say it,
I love that you hurt all over and I don’t know how to take it away
I love that I want to.
I love that my fingers can work the knots from your muscles and that I know the path to your heart.
I love that you exist at the same time as me, way way too close and endlessly far away.
So go on come a little closer,
because I love you
in the most intimate way.
