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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