Give unto me intimacy, so that I can wear their
warmth, like a comfort blanket, where it will
tell me; that I am allowed to love, thus giving
me; my everlasting invitation to embrace.
Either it be wholesome, so I can hug my mother
sister and father dearest, or in a filthier way, thus
I can pretend to be a roman, so I can roll around
with like-minded folk; in Bacchanalian bliss.
Or just the simplicity of a hand shake, so I can
demonstrate my candour, with a certain decorum
that is very much lacking; in this modern world,
a world messed up, by re-prioritising, creating
our demise in; our state of mind, and the state
of play, what was so pure, is now in decay, so I
implore you, make it so, give back to me, to us, intimacy,
so that we, hand in hand, can rebuild what has been lost,
instead of us guiltily questioning, what has all this cost?