Literature
Living Mercy
As I lay with you tonight, I will look into your eyes as I do every night, cool and grey like the winter sky. Your skin soft under my fingertips, soft as the finest silk but distinctly alive, breathing, flowing.
With my arm over you, as we settle and bond, I think every time about your energy. How alive you feel in my arms, how alive you are in my mind and my heart. How cool your sweet skin is against my cheek, my lips, and how hot your blood flows just underneath.
Your soft hair, your smooth cheeks, your soft lips, your clear grey eyes. Alive, alive, alive and here with me. So sweet your words and gentle your touch, so loving and thought
