Close but not intimate.
Two halves in a shell,
close but a millions miles apart.
In the same car,
but on different planets.
Reading the paper and drinking coffee
together on the deck,
but very much alone.
The close isolation of a subway ride.
Lost in a crowd.
The movie theater loneliness.
Privacy in the midst of people.
Love creates intimacy.
Intimacy is feelings shared.
Bare tree crowns starkly
outlined against an apricot sky,
a hawk on a fence post,
the fine leather of a book,
a well turned phrase
and the smell of coffee
when shared in love define intimacy.
Intimacy makes possible soul dancing
without the prideful fear of error.
An intimate glide in beauty.
The essence of symbiotic beings
it calibrates the emotional ebb and flow.
At times a waltz, a tango, a jazz dance.
One leads and then the other.
Without pride, roles exchanged in this dance of life.
Intimacy is proximity of loving souls.