they meet, they dance

they meet.

they dance.

they fall apart.

while she brings light, warmth, and unspoken abundance into his chest,

watching his eyes widen and shine bright every time that they meet .

he turns away clinging to an identity

that does not know how to hold a truth so deep.

how to stay open

when his fingers start to tingle,

when his heart expands too fast to be understood.

he knows he belongs here.

and yet an old entity,

built from fear and habit,

keeps him away.

but what’s not seen

is what moves beneath the surface.

because while she dances with him,

wondering why he keeps disappearing,

there is another presence dancing with her.

the energy of abundance.

the one that has loved her all along.

the one that has tried to hold her,

nourish her,

wrap her in ease

and yet she has fought it,

thinking it’s safer to struggle

than to receive.

so she clings to an old identity,

one that knows lack better than safety,

one that calls control clarity

and exhaustion devotion.

and abundance patient, ancient, alive

Just waits.

watching her fight shadows

that no longer need to be fought.

If you look closely,

you won’t just see two lovers

dancing over fields of brightness and emptiness.

you’ll see a woman meeting her own shadow,

and a man becoming his.

something erupted.

they broke apart.

but not to end.

to integrate.

he stands somewhere,

searching for air in old lungs.

she sits somewhere,

breathing new air into her body.

and both know

the heart does not end here.

it pauses.

until it’s ready to love without armor.

she sits with abundance

and whispers,

“why me?

you seem so vast, so good, so pure.

how could I ever hold you?”

and abundance smiles,

resting its hands on her shoulders,

saying nothing

because it knows

she is already doing it.

when she stops fighting

and lets the current move through her,

it takes over,

not by force,

but by recognition.

she turns toward him again.

and he, trembling, says,

“why me?

you could have anyone.

why wait for me?”

she smiles softly.

there’s no chase in her eyes,

no demand,

no plea.

just truth.

“because love is patient,

and I am its student.”

they stand at the edge of the cliff,

not to fall,

but to remember flight.

and maybe they jump.

maybe they don’t.

but the air between them

that’s where life begins.