Intimacy

Intimacy, this does not mean actions beyond PG13 but it is possible, just not on this entry. I wanted to write about how I write at a personal level and how my husband Mark writes at a personal level but in his own way because he can put himself in the shoes of the person with such emotion. I write what I personally feel, he writes what he thinks you feel.
I've been looking and observing other poetry websites and there are a lot of good writers out there with their own style and twists on their creativity, too many of them I should say. It scares me to realize my voice will never get heard in the midst of all these brilliant minds that shine brighter than mine, but I will do my best to be heard and keep a flicker of my creation up because, like all the artists out there, we are hungry and struggling to survive.
I was once told that two poets can never be together, actually that was from a fortune cookie I had opened once when I was 14. I was dating a brilliant mind and he wrote deep poetry and of course this won my heart. Needless to say the fortune cookie was right, we did not make it, there was too much emotion that it clashed, exploded and evaporated.
The intimacy I have with my work now has more balance, although sometimes it tends to boil over, raw, and or over baked but always edible. It comes from my heart, deep in its' darkest corners where pain is hidden subconsciously and out through the luminescence where there is happiness that shines.
Mark and I are kindred spirits when it comes to our work but in a way we contrast just enough to maintain the balance of the yin and yang and the chi and zen of things. Yea, I like that.
Intimacy of being so close to think alike in depth of strong emotions, to feel it, live it and write it, that are real in this world is surreal. And I want to express that possibility and make it happen.