I lay listening to your breathing,
heavily struggling through muffles
of snore while I put a pillow on my head.
I begin to listen to my own breath,
deepened to the lungs,
rhythmically mimicking heart beats,
each one attached with love for you,
thump after drum whispering your name.
I am forever altered,
expanded because of you
and the things we avoid at times.
I am growth, lessons, challenges
of things to come
because of your perception
of me and all that isn’t.
I am so much more than I was yesterday.
And, in silence,
we dance energetically,
next to one another,
reading, watching television,
playing on the computer,
but we are there in communion of love.
Whenever I feel the need to pull away,
there’s a tug,
an umbilical cord from your soul
pulling me back,
as if saying, “I’ve got this and you are okay!”
but trusting in you,
and most importantly…in us.
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Aww! This is so intimately passionate.