Here comes my riddle,
So listen closely.
“My whole is a powerful link
that can’t be accessed in a blink.
It is not…
A secret. Well-kept. Guarded. Hidden.
Yet it is…
So precious, lovely and tender,
to some, it has come to sound unattainable.
It is …
Clear, open and sincere.
It does not play, neither hides nor seeks.
It is earned through trust and care.
It is a bond shared and ‘come so strong.
Since it is forged in the safest of places.
That is where two loving souls intersect.
It can’t be stolen, yet it can be captured
in moments shared by overlapping hearts.
Its importance and relevance seem to have been lost
misguided, misused, misplaced in time.
Each occurrence has its own resonance.
It is up to you to make it out.
Now all that is left for me to divulge is its spell.
The priceless feel – object of my riddle – is the original meaning of intimacy.”
Mirroring eroding attitudes
This treasure of a word has been corrupted.
It has been destroyed, cut down, downsized,
chipped to fit its current euphemistic use.
From profound and strong,
its lexical use has become mild and meaningless.