Intimacy

(What goes beyond stripping and staring at your naked chest ?) - Noah

You lay me nude on your bed and call us intimate. There isn’t a flaw you haven’t seen and yet, it seems as if we’ve never really felt naked around each other. Your body yearns for my touch and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do to feel your warmth again. What goes beyond stripping and staring at your naked chest ?

The car conversations over a large coffee at dawn; realizing we haven’t slept and need to head home. It’s cold, it’s dark, it's just the two of us; pouring all our problems into each other’s cup for us to sip into. You brought your herbs to roll up and burn and I didn’t mind the smell.

/We talked, we laughed, we loosened up but we didn’t kiss

The long walk along the shore as you reminisce about your childhood memories and tell me about your favorite ones. We bury our feet in the warm sand a little deeper as we walk.

/ We dance, we play tag but our bodies do not touch.

There was warmth in the fickle moments, in the way you looked at me; so innocently. Your body could never warm me up the way your heart did when you let me in / when you were naked.

You forgot that intimacy wasn’t meant to turn us on. Intimacy shouldn’t leave you on the train back home. You kissed me faster than it took you to know my name and wondered why I kept my eyes open.

Being nude is easy and yet, I’ve never felt so layered up.