Intimacy What is intimacy? What does it mean to be truly intimate with another person? Is it physical or mental? It's so easy to give your body, but your mind is another matter. Fears and doubts leave larger scars then what plague our skins. So in this poem, stream of conscience, whatever, we wake up with our favorite red head and a personal morning moment.

A night in bed with my new lover
Touching every part
Every curve of his face
Kissing
Hugging
Plunging myself into the depths of his body
And even when I think know every part of his lush form
Hakkai surprises me
When next morning he awoke, blushing like a virgin bride
And coyly showed me his little toe
The left one
The one that's been broke six times and looks kinda of
scrunched up and bent.
And with all care, I cradled his foot in gentle hands
then ran an exploratory finger across that funny little toe.
He quivered fearfully for a fraction and then quieted
When I said, "I hog the covers..alot ."
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