Intimacy Is

Intimacy... is a message distinctly conveyed, one knowing set of eyes to another, without a word ever passing the lips. Intimacy... is the aromatic blossom of spring and luscious fruit of autumn. Each sharing a lover's passion, yet knowing that they must, by need, never caress. Intimacy... is mournful tears shed upon the hushed hands of a loved one who has just passed from this life. Intimacy... is affirmed in the instant a raptor snares its unaware prey. Nature declares that death alone assures another life. Intimacy... is gazing at a soft-lit moon, as its cool luminescence warms the inner self, and recognizing that the frail, reflective light of night's tacit sovereign is sufficient. Intimacy... is holding your children close, and the memory closer still, as youth matures, departing to experience life's own vast adventure. Intimacy... is experience in flow, touched but like eternity, not yet realized. Intimacy is... b.baumgarn