With you, I want to exhale
Other relationships I go in
Wondering what will happen
Stunned at the sweeping vistas
Or, sometimes it’s so beautiful
I breath in deep
Eyes alight, wait for the pull
Of gravity, scared it isn’t there
Times I breathe out are to let out
A fervent prayer,
Hope beyond hope, a punch to
The gut, let-down sigh, crying scream
But with you, with this, with right now
I cradle you
I take a deep breath, but don’t
Hold it, or stay tightly wishing
I exhale, feel my breath ripple
across your skin
We are calm and not trying
We are simply *breathe in* living *breath out*
I don’t know what’s weirder – that this sounds like it could be a romantic poem, or that I wrote it about my dog as I pet him before bed one night.
Have you ever held a pet and just take a big deep breath in, and then let it out and feel so at peace? Our cat used to smell like hints of vanilla. I’d bury my nose in her fur and breathe. I’ve always felt so weird about my breathing practice, so I wrote a poem about it (and then decided to share it with the world?…)
But yeah. Sometimes I just lay my head by Rimfire and breathe.
I started comparing this breathing pattern to the feel of other relationships if illustrated by broad strokes, and I realized that it was quite different.
I squeezed as many relationships that I’ve experienced as I could into the poem: I’ve got parent-child, long-distance friends, new relationships. Pretty much every ship I’ve been in is in here, and I never realized how many of them I don’t really breathe or act upon my own will in. I’m waiting, looking, trying.
I think it’s good to have a relationship where you feel you can exhale. And maybe that’s why we have these strange breathing patterns – to illustrate how we feel at that moment. Exhaling serves no purpose but to empty toxins – inhaling seems vastly more important. In a place where you feel free to just take that time for yourself, I think that’s a good thing.
I hope you have a relationship like that. One that encourages you to breathe both in and out. 😌