the prayer ...

lying on top of you
my chest pressing against yours
i float in your breath and listen to you sleep 

one of your hands lost in 

and tangled up in 

my overflowing hair 

your other hand tangled up with mine

our fingers laced up quietly together

and resting on my tattooed hip 

i lay my head down and feel the rhythm of your heart beating against my throat

and i hear your breathing 

warm and noisy over my ear

i remain still and silent 

inhaling the smell of you

exhaling love for you 

and i cannot sleep

not because of the noise

and not because of our body heat

but because i don't want to miss the moment ...

the prayer ...

the gratitude ...

YOU.

honor your connections

i believe in the kind of connections that are made with the courage of vulnerability.

the baring of naked truths

and exposed souls

with no agenda.

the sharing of what we each hold sacred

yet at the same time long to let go of

so that we can watch someone else hold it the same way,

protecting it,

and honoring it,

all the while seeing directly into us

unfalteringly

and unequivocally ...