Shedding Skin. Dear Intimacy…

...I'm not sure I've actually felt you. My imagination is probably sparked by movies and novels. I'm not sure I'm capable of being intimate. Have I made you something that I can't have? Have I put you so high up on a pedestal, that you're unreachable?  I want to crawl up on your lap. I want to feel you squeeze me so tight I squeal.