Poem of the week

Intimacy

The physical, social, and mental connection

With the man or woman on the street

Empowers me

I feel ordained to lift

A pure happy fulfillment

My soul touches the eye

The richness takes me to a heavenly

Plateau where I don’t need to cling

To anxiety

The cells throughout my body congeal

Into a magical and blustering burst of

Free- wheeling giggles

Treasuring a laugh or smile

Wiping a gushing tear

Ripping the last ounce of cynicism

Until I clap

Holler

Try to whistle

Wait for the moment to come again

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