Speaking to that one person through your eyes and expressions, knowing that they will understand what you want to say and respond to you with a blink or a quick tilt of the head and a smile...
the searching look in their eyes when they don't see you, and the relief that washes over their face when your eyes meet... and see the quiet assurance in their eyes that you are here... with them.
or the longing to see them as you stare at their empty swivel chair and dark cabin...
how you feel their eyes on you, understanding your silence, even when they aren't looking directly at you...
or in knowing that you both love the same things but are never able to talk about it...
their watchful gaze, making sure you are safe...
or tucking a pillow under your neck for support as you sleep...
that sharing of comfortable silences, knowing they aren't going anywhere...
or sharing a cigarette or a joint, feeling the damp traces of their lips on the same filter...
searching their eyes for approval of the colours you're wearing...
or speaking to each other in a crowd in words only you both would understand...
the luminescent electricity that courses through your body when their fingers trace your tatts all over...
or the burning desire to know what their lips might taste like when yours are only an inch apart from theirs...
or the sensual rhythm your bodies sync into when the romantic tension releases...
Why is intimacy such an underrated word?
