What I love about being with you is
The absence of the wrong words.
Uncluttered by misunderstanding,
The air is easy
To move in.
You are a breath of fresh air.
We could sit in silence
Or speak – still holding the space between
Because our words are gentle.
They do not disturb the air.
They listen as deeply as they speak.
And yet I feel like
I could say anything.
I feel like I could jump and scream –
My fullest and loudest self
And you would receive it as a tree does a breeze –
With a smile
In the pleasure of feeling your leaves danced.