Intimate moments
The light touches the skin pressed,
the words unleashed...
Spewed un-edited un-filtered full of life
Most of life you live behind a shield
A spiked wall ready to bash.
Turning your friends and family to tikka
Your words unsaid metal skewers bisecting your relationships
These moments of intimacy.
Brief glimpses into my own humanity.
glances into what I think I am.
Isn't it odd.
Strange. Weird. Or at least somewhat unusual.
That all my most intimate moments are with strangers?
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not at all odd. there are no risks with those you will never see again. writing is like that. we do it for the one out there who may realize what we mean because we are surrounded with unknowing unthinking unfeeling familiars.
Love the turn at the end. "Intimacy" as a ridiculous word for sex. Maybe a stanza about intimacy with a long-time friend or family member wouldn't be out of place between the 1st and 2nd?
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