Listening to your morning movements,
keeping so still,
hoping
for the softness of your lips,
for the warmth of your hand
The footsteps fading the other way,
the doorlock clicking.
Listening
to the footfalls on the stairs,
hoping you'll turn
I want to chase you
down the stairs,
feel
your soft hair,
your warm arms
You are the good comfort,
the strong center,
my confessor,
my healer,
the base where I find my courage
to venture out
beyond the fear.
Because of you,
I am.
"You know what I need
When my heart bleeds
I suffer from greed
A longing to feed
On the mercy in you
I can't conceal
The way I'm healed
The pleasure I feel
When I have to deal
With the mercy in you
I would do it all again
Lose my way and fall again
Just so I could call again
On the mercy in you"