Your body remembers itself.
Before thought gathers its tools,
before language rises into form,
your body already inhabits the room,
oriented toward the world
with ancient competence.
Sleep loosens
and an intelligence comes into clarity.
Breath recalibrates the air.
Weight restores gravity as a trusted law.
Your touch arrives as recognition.
Two systems meet,
older than intention,
precise in their alignment.
Your hand at my hip confirms coherence.
Bodies speak truth
through contact,
through exactness,
through presence.
Your mouth meets mine
and something older than meaning responds.
Accuracy moves first.
Correspondence settles,
like instruments finding their shared register
after silence.
Time releases sequence.
Duration fills the space.
White sheets retain warmth
the way stone retains memory.
Everything unfolds without urgency.
I love you as a presence of coherence.
Your body thinks alongside mine.
Thought expands through sensation.
My body resumes its original task:
perception.
Sacredness lives in matter.
Attention inhabits flesh.
Awareness arrives through skin.
Two bodies stand close,
distinct, resonant,
capable of mutual recognition.
That recognition carries the name love.
Truth arrives there,
fully embodied.
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