intimacy that seeks

sex is faking the truth out of us.

we think its the sex

but it's really the intimacy.

we cum from alone

but we clamor for together.

we have self as agenda

but appreciate 

the cover potential of beings in-common.

we live the in-spite-of

but secretly dwell in the communion,

even though it goes unsaid.

yes biology is in overdrive

for some decades of destiny's search.

but behind all that address,

beyond all the anatomy considerations,

the fixation of beauty and the like,

there is a communion in presence.

even in absence there of,

there is an existence within.

however distant it has to be observed,

closeness exists by measures apart.

forever there is a oneness in the forest

even if it only secretly appears 

as roots-to-roots connection.

beyond what the obvious acknowledges or explores,

we call it intimacy from a self view.

but we deeply live it 

looking for a oneness

to overwhelm our sense of self 

in its isolation . . .