Words.
.One of my favorite things in the world. Intimacy.
The more I think about it, the more I fall in love with this word. Not even the sexual meaning behind it, although that's part of it too. It's the one thing that I can notice and be impressed with immediately. It's a connection if anything. It can only last for seconds or minutes at a time. Your check out Isle, another person compliments you on your choice of a micro brewers talent.
...Within the first five minutes of being in her house offered me a slice of pie, of course. I noticed she only grabbed one fork, Instantly there we were just eating pie together. Two people, who love pie and stretching clean silverware.
...Here we were around a campfire, sharing warmth under the stars in a blanket she brought from home, cause she knows I'm skinny and appreciate being warm. Two people, stretching a sheet and getting closer.
...He lights me a cigarette after a funeral, No words are exchanged just the light extending from his forearm, as a way to say silently. "Today sucked, let's go home."
...You can pretend that that song has no meaning or pertinacity to us, Even though I find out several years later, you wrote it with her. And it's got my friggen name in it.
...A photo can speak a thousand words, But hers catch me by surprise. Each shutter snap revealing something about herself, without trying to.
...A canvas being smothered with your vision of me, You look so delicate and naturally at peace. Like this is exactly what you were supposed to be doing at this moment in time.
It's such a poetic thing, it happens so earthly. I want to write till the skin on my fingertips is smooth.