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| Poems of the week -
Sun, 30 August 2009 |
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Intimacy Is
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Freedom
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Intimacy Is
Intimacy is a delight a very cosy place A soaring kite A lovely face
To touch it hairs rise simultaneously Emotions are erratic yet they find harmony
Intimacy is helpless in peculiar ways An often lazy caress it craves
Intimacy runs cold Doesn’t matter why Often prefers a stroll Heavy shoulders sigh
Intimacy is a friend a listening partner Never meaning to offend a balanced performer
Intimacy is special Don’t take it for granted Its arms are wonderful and favorably scented
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