Bound by Intimacy

grasping for oneness
sensing it only in microdoses
creates distrust
yet the desire remains

And so we go on
dipping our toe in
ad infinitum
bound by our perception of intimacy

not seeing its fluid nature
not privy to its constant flux

the ethereal ropes we wrap ourselves in 
tether us to an experience with another
by all means a blissful snapshot
attached forward and back in time

yet her full soft embrace 
the voluptuous bossom of intimacy
bares not script nor structure

It is only known by a feeling 
a heart-centered presence in what is
that envelopes & expands me as Source

This boundlessness is dynamically still
holding neither fear nor desire
just endless curiosity