L'Harmonie

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Wait.Don't move.Did you feel that?The room is twenty-two degrees.The window is a black mirror showing us back to ourselves.My head on your chest.I am not counting.I am not listening for anything.But my body hears the rise and fall.The slow tide of you.And without asking my permission,it follows.This is not a decision we made.This is not a conversation.It’s the oldest language.The air we share becomes a single current.Inhale.Exhale.A silent agreement written in the blood.L'harmonie.In 1977, Suzanne LaBarre put wires on lovers.Watched the needles dance on the polygraph paper.Trying to capture this.Trying to prove it.She wrapped them in soft elastic belts to measure the space between breaths.As if a number could explain the quiet clickwhen two clocks find the same time in the dark.This is not a decision we made.This is not a conversation.It’s the oldest language.The air we share becomes a single current.Inhale.Exhale.A silent agreement written in the blood.L'harmonie.Ruth Feldman calls it a foundation.The bond that holds the mother to the child.The oxytocin signature.They say strangers watching a film can find this rhythm.But with you, it is not random.It is a coming home.My lungs remembering a pattern they were made for.Your pattern.Rise.And fall.The air in this room…is ours now.Rise.And fall.