Sitting with him was easy Being with him was easy But he doubted her “How is it you can love everything? I do not believe you I do not believe you love me,” And she smiles She sighs He slumps And she takes his hands “Do you really love me?”
“Loving can be like breathing For me it comes naturally,” She holds his hands to her lips Breathes “Do I really breathe?”
He looks at her Starts to hide his wonder behind sarcasm But she breathes again Warming his fingertips “You do,”
“Then I really love you,” She holds his hands to her chest Lets him feel the quiet rise and fall The quick beating of her heart “Do I really live?”
He asks the same Yet he Is uncertain He leaves the power of truth with her With the divine beside him And she asks “Do we really live?”
“Is breathing easy around me?” He is scared He has forgotten how to trust in love How to breathe freely “Is it easy to love me?”
She holds his hands Her grasp so warm Sunlight in dark skin She kisses him “All I can do around you Is love you And breath easy,”
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