Breathe with Me

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You are precious and worthy of love and care, always.
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My muse, my light, my joy,
Your heart feels sad
And distant.
I miss your presence.

I'm giving you space
To process
To heal,
But if you need me,
I'm here,
With no expectations,
Only acceptance
Of you.

I don't know the cause
Of your heavy heart:
Maybe there aren't
Specific reasons,
or
Maybe there are
Reasons so tangible
You feel
Their
Crushing
Weight.

But know without a doubt that
No matter what you have done,
Or haven't done,
You are precious and
Worthy of love and care,
Always.

Close your gorgeous eyes
And imagine we are together
In a sun dappled forest,
Sitting by a shining waterfall.

Lay your hand
on my chest:
Feel my heartbeat.
Lay your head
on my breast and
Feel the rise and fall of my breath...
In...
And out...
In...
Out...
Inhale...
Exhale...

Let me wrap my arms around you
And hold you as
Our heartbeats sync
In slow rhythm,
As our breath becomes one,
As we melt into each other
And find peace.

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5 Comments
AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Beautiful.

Paul4playPaul4playover 2 years ago

Beautiful and loving!

tennesseeredtennesseeredover 2 years ago

I'm no poet but I like this. Very sensuous. The longing for intimacy is palpable.

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