But, like in the song, I looked in all the wrong places. I wanted intimacy, but I wasn t sure where to find it. Then you touched me, not with your hands, but with your words and your warmth. Your honesty and caring flowed over me, and around me, and through me, You gave to me and shared with me, and gave me a glimpse of intimacy, and I cried. And now, we touch each other more each day, holding on tightly in our minds.
Gentle fingers stroke tear stained cheeks.
I take your hand and guide you into the circle, pulling you close to me, safe in each others arms. And we look into each others eyes, and we understand. This is intimacy, we know, and it is right and beautiful. We felt that it somehow did not go far enough, and so I wrote this. The strength to honor myself and my feelings.