you know what's sexy?

telling me the truth, 

even when you think it might hurt me, 

tells me that you respect me. 

your willingness to stand before me and with me, 

as my vulnerability meets yours, 

and the moments are suspended in mid air 

because neither of us knows which way the pieces will fall, 

tells me i can trust you. 

your courage in the face of fear, 

well aware that uncertainty reigns when hearts are on the line, 

softens me 

and shows me 

that i am worth 

the risk 

of your authenticity.

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.

♥