In the dark, when its just us,
We feel safe.
The day's cares are left on the floor with our tshirts and shorts.
And our hearts unfurl and lay open for the other to enter.
We settle into the silence of night.
As I sync my breathing with yours and you lay your hand somewhere on my body.
It will move around as we sleep to reassure me youre there.
To assure you Im here.
And our life will start and end,
End and start,
At these small rituals.
" End and start, At these small rituals"…love and life and become just rituals… profound… 5*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you find someone who needs you as much as you need them, I would say, is the true definition of love.