INTIMACY

INTIMACY

As my clients walked out of the room,

I couldn't help but wonder!

How did they get here?

How did Romeo and Juliet become strangers?

Did they skip the basics of intimacy?

Did they mutually coexist before surface contact and awareness?

Maybe that explains ,

The amazing sexual life and  the only sixty seconds of peace they have after each escapade.

What if they don't know real intimacy?

The kind that one is there true self,

Secrets not hidden,

Bound by honesty,

Hands held in public,

Fears faced,

Emotions shared over meals as vividly as during pillow talk,

Ideas kept and discussed on the table,

Judgement cast to hell,

Bonds created through unique experiences,

Cooperation that blossoms to affection,

Support in the face of a hurdle,

Strength in all adversity,

And the mutual assurance that they got each other. 

What if they just fear true intimacy?

Maybe keeping a cover of every secret gives hope of lasting,

Maybe boundaries will make it easier to move on after abandonment,

Maybe it's scary how they got too close too quick,

Maybe it's a struggle to define boundaries while sustaining connection ,

Maybe it's constant scars and desire for independence of emotions.

Maybe just maybe.

It was getting late,

I took another mug of coffee latte,

I needed my brain's A-game,

Then it dawned to me,

My clients broke the four rules of intimacy.

Dialogue,

Transparency,

Vulnerability,

Reciprocity.

That is how they got here!

And that's how they gonna pick the pieces.

For they are not shattered,just broken

By favor khaoya