in the middle

my breath

I like it best
when it is
mixing
with Yours

creating
Our Breath

an absolute
then
not just
a mixture
of two

so finely
infinitely
combined
as to be
One

I climb the breath
down
letting myself
descend
that ladder
into the vast Stillness

to the

We

let the body
have the wheel
to drive for a while
b/c it always remembers to breathe
without me

while I am sitting
with myself
in the Middle
in the We

the body takes
us down dark
dusty
sometimes muddy
back roads
where only locals
dare to steer

we giggle at the periodic danger
signs posted
along the road sides

turn back now!
they scream from
shiny rectangles
and
squares
throwing back
the headlights’ glare
dead end!
we laugh louder

without sound
without moving
without laughing

we have been here before
to this same exact
very place

picking up even more
momentum
without moving

we crash through
the ‘dead end’
barricade
at breath speed

lifting off

never blinking
only breathing

and fly in
to the

We

breathing…

breathing…

just breathing…

breath…

soft mouthfuls
of We

until…

just…   right…   There…

Stillness

I take it in
roll it around
in here
and then spit it out
again

warmed
and smelling
of chocolate

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