Heart Beat

Cozy on the couch with Matt.
Finally.
Watching a favorite show.
A new definition of divine. 

Baby's cries. 
Gasp of breath. 
Garnering of energy. 
Purpose.
Up. 

Dark room. 
Baby's cries. 
Lift her up.
She melts into my chest.

Swaying back and forth. 
All is quiet except for my heart beat.
Or is it hers? 

I cannot tell.
Oh, beautiful inability to
distinguish myself from her. 

And this is what it must be like
to be her
all of the time. 
No boundaries.
No lines.

Just love.