Intimacy

Some of us are missing intimacy;

Where it goes back to our infancy.

Raised to be closed,

As our responses show;

Missing the flow,

As we're always opposed.

Instead of giving at every turn,

Seeing it as something that might burn;

Rather than loving in return,

Holding back very astern.

Life isn't only to connect through sex;

Yet to reach out and project,

To give as we reflect;

Not only to correct.

A world going cold,

As all we do is scold;

Instead of learn to be bold,

To break free of the mold.

So love as we speak,

Careful as we greet;

Spend time to converse,

Not only to rehearse,

In case we don't get reimbursed.

The more we give,

The greater we all live;

The more we hold back,

The more we all lack.