from your mouth to God’s ear – Yiddish saying

An eroded shell resting on sand
reveals two interior chambers
facing each other, quietly.
Recall the Little Prince and the fox?
sitting together side by side
listening intently
as we did yesterday
soul to soul
you gently invited
moving your chair
next to me, knee to knee
hazel eyes to pond green
you hold my gaze, hold my hand,
moment by moment we meet.
I come to rest in your witness, rest
fully, softening into our meeting
nestled as tenderly as my sacrum
in my lover’s cradling hand.
Nebulous discontent dissolves
murky angst fades
restless agitation calms
as breath flowing easily
finds hidden hollows, lingering
shy recesses tucked deep within.
I fill, unfold, open
utterly content
with so little,
so much.