It’s a kind of intimacy that comes naturally
with some men, that makes it easy to forget
there are in fact other people in the universe

It’s a kind of tenderness that creeps into the tone
and pitch of voice that feels so right and leaves
you wondering later why that feeling exists

It’s a kind of comfort that makes one relax without
meaning to, realizing too late that important barriers
are down, but not caring about the consequences

It’s a kind of knowledge that feels secret and special
that no one else could possibly know, but of course
nearly everyone since the beginning of time does

(c) 2005


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