Fusion.
Time as an illusion.
Insomnia of two souls.
Of one without any division.
Intimacy is self-destruction, abolishing the inner walls of oneself, abandoning any supposition of what we think we know about ourselves, and offering it to others.
Intimacy demands for feelings to rule, giving the necessary space to our dreams, mysteries, and desires. Nonetheless, it also means what everyone fears deep inside: vulnerability. It is completely an inseparable value.
Intimacy is trust and trust is the most intimate thing. It is entering a prohibited, private, mysterious, dark zone, and yet, being able to feel the adrenaline of fear. The adrenaline of being a step closer each time to dominate the silence.
Skin´s memory is severe. After a culmination of pleasure, after the dance of naked souls, after the oblivion of shyness fusion finally arrives. That betraying memory, which makes those two souls believe that they are the same one. When the scent of a person totally impregnates unto the other, and then it becomes inexplicable not being able to recognize one self´s scent. What made you be you? What made me be me?
Intimacy is a tempest. It´s a romantic and melancholic process where the details reigns inside the mind all of the time. It can be a simple glance, a feeling of connection, a flicker in the hair, a hug, a naked back or waist, the sweaty perfume, the outline of the body on the sheets, a symphonic union of kisses: it really can be anything.
Intimacy is reflecting. It´s feeling at peace. It´s an encountered feeling. Which moment is the one that´s truly worthy: sleeping with a person or awakening with them?
It al depends on your definition of fusion.
