You and Me

YOU AND ME

My soul, so warm, so kind,
so full of scars,
and battered as she is.
When I lean on you,
I become deeply vulnerable,
almost desolate.
My soul senses a great longing,
as if I wish to absorb you,
to take you in.
Until I am you and you are me,
and together we are We.

Do you truly listen when I speak of me?
Do you let it sink into every cell?
Or am I too much, too intense,
in the way I long to vibrate with you—
to learn together, without wounding?
Or am I dreaming a utopia,
a life that does not exist?
Is the reality I avoid
one that means nothing at all?

Is it an illusion, this striving
to create my dream life—
of rest and silence, without questions,
just knowing?

How deeply that little girl within me
longs to be loved—
as on a warm summer day
when the wind makes all things forgotten.
When your hand presses into mine,
as if perfectly measured so.
With no harsh words, only truth,
as the wind strokes through my hair
and my body dances with joy.

To be One together,
and to know—this can never break.
With me there is no half, no full, no empty.
It is all, and wholly so,
to the deepest depth of my soul.

It is not you, it is not me,
it is together—or not at all.

I want to smell you, taste you,
know you as I know myself.
I want to be everything for you—
will you be everything for me?

Can you live with what life has brought me—
you, my present, my future,
the one I’ve been waiting for?

Let you be that warm sunbeam
that soaks me through to the core
of every cell my body holds.
Let you be the one
who gives yourself to me.
Let me be that utmost joy,
like the soft sea breeze that comes from the shore.
Let me be the salt
you lick from your lips.
Let me be the ritual wine.
Let us share together.
Let Me and You be everything.

Whirlingbee