Reality bends
between breath and prayer,
and I feel you
slipping
into the marrow of me.
Moments stretch,
time folds
around our tethered souls,
and I wait
to see you fully,
to dissolve
into your gaze,
to find
myself
in the warmth of your being.
The world
holds its breath,
and so do I,
in the sacred stillness
where our spirits brush,
where waiting
becomes worship,
and living
is entwining.








