Soft it sits;

soft as lover’s breath.

 

Soft it sits

on hungry hearts

that long for more

but expect less.

 

Soft it lays

across the pain,

across the scars

of life’s abandonments.

 

Soft with comfort

in its eternal bed;

soft with mercy

in unexpected ways.

 

Soft it is.

 

Soft.

 

11/3/2017