When you are intimate with another
Is it through sex or communication,
I personally think it’s not through sex
As conversation is the foundation.
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Don’t get me wrong there are times
That we’ll communicate through sex,
But that is an exception to the rule
Because after sex, what comes next?
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If I decide to give you my body today
There is no guarantee of intimacy,
Tomorrow I can take my body away
You are left with no little intricacies.
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However, if I give you part of my mind
When we discuss, listen and debate,
You’ll forever hold a genuine part of me
It can’t be returned, it’s way too late.
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My mind and I are consistently intimate
And if I was to choose to share with you,
You’ll own those very thoughts of mine
No intimacy in wham bam thank you too.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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That's a thought provoking piece Colleen.
Very deep ♥️