where giving has no name

if you heard my breath
dancing between skins,
you would have heard it
say nothing
as it flowed
in, out, in.

if you smelled my heart
melting into your asking,
your reaching out to feel
the fire beneath these waters,
you would have heard it
sing nothing
in every crackle,
every ripple.

if you paused just a moment
in that space between
your seeking and the sought,
you would have touched
the silence
in that nothingness,
where we merged
into one water,
one flame,
one breath,
one skin,
one love.

a love
where giving has no name,
no sound,
no form.