My Breath.

Connection

I live there inside of you. When I breathe, I taste you. My mouth full of intimate stimulation. I always loved how you moved me. It is the way of you, the motion of you, the subtle way that you whisper to me, your knowing. What of this moment now have you known? What of moments shared have you held secretly inside the beat of you? I desire only to be. I desire but the simplest of realities: to be present and engaged, to engage inside your presence. What life is there if not the life that awakens the inner that the outer might expand? I watch you. I bear witness to stillness in motion. I stand still that I might feel what it means to flow…with you. How might I be present with you? How might I touch the start that the beginning remembers the scent of a woman? What of the woman inside of you crawls the four corners of my mind? What of your glance has captured me in a blink of timeless time, of timelessness touching the hand of the clock burning inside of me, for you? It can only burn for to tick lacks passion. You are my passion and yet I leave you there a woman to herself that I might not cast a shadow on the sun of you. Let nothing block what has been breathed on by God. You are God-breathed and I want but to touch the hem of you. I have already sat there at your feet. Awake. You have awakened inside of me every dream. I now realize that the all has always been and the ego fades with each expression of my gratitude. I am grateful for you.