I saw you there, looking tired from an unrewarding day. I thought that I would take you outdoors and sit you near a tree. I would slip behind you, between you and the tree with my back to the trunk.

My right hand would slide under your arm, around your chest, my arm close across your diaphram, my palm on your ribcage. You would feel my breath at your ear. My left hand would rest on the side of your head. And I would slowly lean back, taking you gently with me so that you just passed the balance point and rested against me as I, in turn, leant upright against the tree. You would surrender to this gentle movement, your head resting beside mine. Your chest open, your throat exposed.

And here you lie in my care, your arms relaxed in your lap, your fingers softly curling. Your legs lying along the ground, relaxing into the earth. My left hand would move quietly down to rest in the centre of your chest, below your collar bones, my palm warmly there as each breath comes.

We shift a little to be entirely comfortable and then we rest quietly. Your weight is not too much for me, here, like this.

You feel your rib cage rise and fall within the compass of my hands. The air is warm, a bird calls. This is peace.

I am thinking loving thoughts and you are softly taking them in, quietly filled with expanding warmth.

The light softens a little, a bird calls its song from the tree above us. You never want to move. You are here. Open to the quiet energy of the fading day. No strong emotion in you, just a full and quiet acceptance of whatever comes.

Not me. Not you. The Other made manifest.

Deeper and softer within us.

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..nothing to say for a long time...

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