Intimacy ... a poem (Part 1 of The Detox Trilogy)

Intimacy
(part 1 of The Detox Trilogy)

Your full lips on my forehead

our lingering embrace

drinking pinot noir from coffee mugs

sitting on your knee

lengthy late-night conversations 

your long blinkless stare straight through me

three soft kisses at the nape of my neck

in the dark

your fingers tangled, tugging at my curly kinks

a tickle fight on my bedroom floor

eskimo kisses in your front yard

cuddling that never led to sex

listening to your tales of Ghana

my pet name, Abena

your rants about injustices at work

and in the world

your passionate musings about your next creative project

the story of your mother's illness

the story of yours 

your abstract painting that hangs framed on my wall

waking up the day after Christmas in your arms

your nephew's tears when I had to leave

and what became your final prayer of thanksgiving

What we had was intimacy.

But intimacy sans commitment leads to disappointment

and is the bloated stomach of a malnourished body--

Painfully empty.

~cdw~

03/19/12