To sit quietly with you

I want to sit quietly with you.
Side by side.

My hand touching your hand.
Not holding hands,
just the edge of our hands touching.

We don't need to say anything,
we can listen to the sound of our breath.

I will forget which breath is mine,
and which breath is yours.

We don't need to look at one another,
we know each other 'by heart'.

But if your eyes catch mine
we will gently smile,
just the edge of our eyes,
and the edge of our mouths,
curling up slightly.

And then,
when we're ready,
we can do the dishes.

You wash,
I'll dry.

ok

Sometimes I feel it.

Tears in my tummy,
a weight in my chest,
a dragging on my shoulders,
a swimming in my head,
a racing in my veins,
a darting in my eyes.

But it's ok.

But I'm ok.

I am safe.

Things in my world are good,
better than good.

I will give you all I have . .

I will give you all I have
and that wont be enough

I will bleed for you
and I will cry for you,
until my body is dry,
and that wont be enough

But if I share with you
if I smile with you
maybe even cry with you
maybe that will be more than enough

This is not autobiographical, and I don't even like it. I've just had the first two phrases floating around in my head for so long I wanted to get them out!