Heaven II (for breath and beloved).

I have beenwhere harmony lives. It is not far.It is here— in our breath,beneath treeswith wide, outstretched arms,in the hush between birdsongand the returning wind. I have beenwith you. Before this moment,before these names,before time learnedto count itself in years, In lifetimesI have never lived,a mighty handhas written us— not hurriedly,not carelessly,but with the strange precisionof something that already knewwhere we would meet. And I ask the wind, what have I doneto deservea giftlike you? The wind says nothing. It knows betterthan to interruptwhat the heart has already answered. I could tell myselfI earned this. I could call it merit,good fortune,good timing. I could sitat a self-idolizing banquetand feast on the ideathat I made this happen. But some giftsarrive too perfectlyto be creditedto the giver. Some thingsare older than our hands.Older than our names.Older than the little storieswe tell ourselvesabout how we became. There are rhythmsmy heart remembersthat my bodyhas never learned. Rhythms older than time.They define.They're divine.They determine. And I amwhere harmony peaks— in the holiestof symphonies,where your breathfinds mineand neitherneeds translation. With you. I have knownthe before.I knowthe now.And the futurewaits ahead of us, quietly carryingthe liveswe have not yet lived. There are morningswe have not woken into,roads our feethave not yet chosen,rooms that do not knowour voices yet. There are older versionsof us somewhere ahead, wearing our faceswith a little more wisdomand wonderingwhy we ever worried so muchabout becoming. I will meet you there.As I met you here.As I met youbefore here. I have been.I am.I will be. This is where life begins—not in the first breath,but in the breaththat answers another.In the melodyof our breathing. In the sculptureof our silence. My backto yours. Still.Aligned.Made. Two bodiesresting against the same quietas though silencehad made room for us. I am.where serenitywears our bodies,safely sittingbetween nothingand everything,where the worldcan keep its noiseoutside. And I see nowhow two of us is—a miraclefrom divinity,a small rebellionagainst ordinariness. a way of showing mortalitythat something does not needto last foreverto be eternal. The magicof being. The strange mathematicsof two livesmeeting at the exact placewhere they were meantto intersect. The wind blowsagainst us.It carries warsand words.It carries the old noiseof a worldthat has never quite learnedhow to be still. Still—we are one.Here,we are one. Let the wind remember us.Let the trees keeptheir long memories.Let time takewhat it came to take. Yesterday can keepits ghosts.Tomorrow can keepits secrets. I have beenwith you.I amwith you.I will bewith you. And here—where harmony lives—we remain.

Lover Girl.

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