Soul Close

Everybody craves intimacy—

Until it stops being surface.

Until it walks in quiet,

Wrapped in incense and spirit.

Until it asks:

Can you handle being seen?

Can you stay when it’s still?

They think it’s just touch—

Skin on skin,

A kiss at the right time,

A body to lean into.

But the real thing?

That’s energy work.

It’s soul memory.

It’s when someone looks at you

And sees the women who came before you—

Your lineage humming behind your eyes.

It’s hands that heal without gripping.

Words that soothe without rushing.

Breath shared in silence.

Hearts syncing in rhythm.

Everybody wants intimacy—

Until it starts breaking things open.

Until their triggers surface.

Until they feel exposed

In the safest way possible.

It’s more than romance.

It’s recognition.

A sacred echo that says:

I’ve known you before.

And I’ll honor you again.

Forget soulmates.

I want soul presence.

I want a connection

That lights candles around my sacral space

Without ever needing to strike a match.

When the time comes—

Don’t just touch my body.

Be the calm in my nervous system.

Be the peace in my pulse.

Make my thoughts feel safe

And my spirit feel home.

Intimacy.

Not just closeness—

But communion.

Know me without noise.

Read the quiet between my breaths.

So when I finally open that door—

You don’t walk in casually.

You enter like you’ve been called.

~Kae Jaye~