Intimacy

Is a tricky thing.

It has many layers,

Every one going deeper

Than the last.

 

The first is touch,

Only going skin deep,

And just meaning enough

To keep you on your feet.

 

The second are words,

Reaching eager ears,

And just meaning enough

To starve away your fears.

 

The third are dreams, 

Shared between shining souls,

And meaning more than enough

To coax heat from your coals.

 

As you peel it away,

Layer by layer,

Intimacy

Grows and thrives and explores

And is reminiscent of

A quivering flame,

Bright and hot and beautiful,

Expanding every moment

You allow it to burn.

 

But,

Like a flame,

It is fleeting and fragile;

The simplest of storms can

Wash it all away,