Been one of those days. Lots of conflicts. Too many ups and downs. Highs and lows. Tonight, in my despair, in the absence of anything sensible to eat in the fridge - cockup on the catering front! - I ate a huge slab of Christmas cake. The icing was oozing with brandy and it was screaming 'eat me!' - helping a friend out, you understand. And I washed it down with copious amounts of white wine. So much for the diet. What did I really want? Not to be alone. Not to be apart.

Measuring intimacy  

Measuring intimacy
Where does it start?
Shared smile, a touch, a hug
Not wanting to be apart

A part of each other’s day
Rolling into night, beneath the moon
Synchronised stroking, sucking on air
Sharing dawns that come too soon

And where does it stop?
Separate suitcases?
Sleeping back to back
Living in separate spaces?

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