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.

sometimes you carry them, sometimes they carry you

♥

when you love others

sometimes you carry them

sometimes they carry you

not like a weight

not like a burden

more like the way skydivers soar together

or children ride piggyback

or spirit guides and guardian angels provide covering ... 

what makes this work

is trust.

knowing you are safe.

knowing you are safe in the heart and hands of another.

sometimes we feel called to be with those we love

when they are grieving

struggling

searching for their breath.

it isn't that we expect them to keep us company

it isn't that we expect them to have anything to give

it isn't that we expect to do anything at all for them.

sometimes it is just to be there.

not to talk.

not to do.

it is about just sharing the same space.

sharing breath when they can't find their own.

just being together.

it's about presence.

it's about love.

nothing more.

nothing less.

love,

and presence.

♥