Learning to Spell Intimacy

I don't consider myself a poet, though I've written quite a stack of the stuff over the years.

Sometimes it just seems the best way to express the feelings that touch you the deepest. Anyway, felt like sharing:

Learning to Spell Intimacy

When we meet

we tease each other

with words dripping

and sliding,

tumbling to one another.

Plucking at those words

with nerve-raw fingers

we weave stories

which, naked,

we read to each other,

the punctuation an indrawn

breath, a pregnant,

poignant pause.

While tracing for each other

the outlines of our verbal

anatomy,

we find ourselves multi-syllabic

and breathless between

the lines.

Drifting in the velvet glow

of our wordy, willing

seduction,

we are trying on

each other's stories,

creating layers of meaning

and learning to spell

intimacy.

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