Intimacy! Such an impropriety!
Such a rude incursion of the yearning
for satiety in body and in soul.
Sometimes kissing is the goal --
hovering above like Death’s sweet dove,
ready to bestow a final blessing.
Sometimes when you’re dressing
ineluctably in front of me I can’t
not reach out to restrain your hand.
Intimacy! Illicitly imported and exported
in the heart. Dangerouslycontraband. Inevitably art.