​Where my breathe finds home

(a soul-intimate offering)

When you’re near,

I don’t feel the need to reach,

to grab,

to claim –

I simply stay.

Like a quiet breath

has finally found a home

and refuses to leave.

Your silence doesn’t hollow me –

it rests on my skin

like a warm, lingering breath,

showing me tender corners within myself

I never had the courage to sit inside…

until you.

We don’t touch –

yet nothing is apart.

Two flames rising from different lamps,

but lit from the same sacred spark.

This love…

it doesn’t hurry,

doesn’t shout –

it simmers,

quiet, unwavering,

like a memory that keeps its forehead

pressed against mine

long after the night has gone.

And when I lean into you –

with no promises,

no explanations,

just my ache tucked gently in my breath –

I finally understand…

Peace isn’t a destination, my love.

It’s the way your name melts

inside my mouth

even when I don’t speak it.