The intimacy in sex is never only physical. In a sexual relationship we may discover who we are in ways otherwise unavailable to us, and at the same time we allow our partner to see and know that individual. As we unveil our bodies, we also disclose our persons.
I have a garden of my own, Shining with flowers of every hue; I loved it dearly while alone, But I shall love it more with your: And there the golden bees shall come, In summer time at the break of morn, And wake us with their busy hum Around the Siha's fragrant thorn.
We may have to learn again the mystery of the garden: how its external characteristics model the heart itself, and how the soul is a garden enclosed, our own perpetual paradise where we can be refreshed and restored.