Inferior Vena Cavae

It's the sound of a car pulling in the driveway
it's the sound of the key in the door
it's the sound of my lips
and all at once,
her eyes look over to me
she gets up
and she is there, she is always there
she is there every morning when I wake
the last breath I hear when I rest
she would rather be here with me,
than anywhere without me
she walks when I walk
she moves where I move
words do not change this
the name of the day does not change this
the way I do my hair makes no matter
if I ever look at her has no force
it is impalpable,
never lost
yet I can not even tell her my name

In this very raw, natural state
it is easy to love without boundaries
to love without fear
hesitation,  or reservation
the human world we live in,
does not see this
we love with conditions,
we love in if's
in pieces
human love, places love on a scale
a scale of time
scale of exactitude
scale of status
we ask, how will this provide for me?
when the question was never a question
but a gift of all knowing
all existing
In the highest state
do we then, not only experience this,
we live in it?