“On the Question of Intimacy”

In the mirror of thought, where judgments fade,  
You’d hardly fret for whispers, for they’re seldom made.  

When comfort wraps around you, like an embrace so tight,  
Not every heart will cherish; but oh, what a delight!

Cancel my subscription to worries far and wide,  
For issues brewed by others, I cast them aside.  

I’d pen an apology, with a wink and a grin,  
To anyone left standing, let the fun begin.

Let’s be wonderfully weird, you and I, hand in hand,  
In a world where intimacy becomes our own wonderland.  

It’s not just bodies merging, but souls intertwine,  
Where a gentle touch speaks volumes, more than prose could ever define.

When walls gently crumble, and the guard fades away,  
You’ll see the depths of my heart in a brand new light of day.  

In the safety of your gaze, I’ll unveil my hidden parts,  
Discovering pieces of me, stitched with fragile threads of art.

So here’s to that closeness, that bond we freely share,  
To being seen, to being known, and not a moment spared.  

Let’s dive into that ocean where connection’s waves do swell,  
Finding in each heartbeat, the magic of our spell. 

Poem by JonforPassion M62 💙 M4F 🩷

Loving Our Own Way 🩷💙