I put my hand on your back the other day,

And felt life in you.

I love that you’re alive.

I felt the persistent hammer and bump

Of your system

Working while we sat next to each other,

Keeping you alive, keeping you warm.

I sent a silent thank you to your heart –

You didn’t even know –

To you, I touched your back,

When really, I reached inside,

Through your skin and ribs,

And found, next to your lungs,

That tireless muscle,

And gave it my loving touch

And attention.

Such a blessing –

The galaxy of your body

Keeps you here,

Keeps you living,

Keeps you with me.

I imagine our hearts whispering to each other

While we’re sleeping;

Us not knowing

While they sync their beat;

Us thinking that we love each other with our minds

And the surface level of our bodies,

While our love flows in ways we never see –

Our multiple selves meet, on multiple planes:

The aware, the unaware, the mechanical, the spiritual…

This is just conjecture,

Where my thoughts wander

When I rest my hand on your back,

Or my head on your chest,

And feel your heart beat.

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