“Being is nothing unless it exists; and it becomes something by existing. So it is with loving and doing, or with willing and acting; for to love, and not do, and to will and not act, are impossible, for they do not exist; but they exist in doing and acting; consequently, when man does and acts, then love and will have being.”—Emanuel Swedenborg, Divine Love
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In the wash and reach of yellow ray from morning and sun’s rise, they woke together, still in hold, before ash and embers of the hearth.
In yellow light, in touch of sun, they woke into the Heaven-Love.
Her body still open, affections still strong, he brought her gently down to back from side.
Softly, gently, he began into kissing of her bare and open beauty. Slowly, gently—soft sounds and sighs returning in her wake—he gifted his affections in wander, drift, and focused linger across her resting grace.
Her fair skin painted to path and trail of his caresses, rise of heat and sensing showing after lip-affection’s moving on. Guided by her shifts, her movements and hold respondent to his giftings to her skin; her run of hand through hair, light-trace pass of her hand over body and form—muscles of his arms, shoulders, and back—soft passings of touch and stronger holdings in guide and draw and move; he answered to her lead and tell.
In heat of the light, heat of the love—shiver of soft-struck kiss-flicker’s find—she rose in glow and spirit as the sun. It was Heaven Love: gentle, pure, lovely; body becoming spirit.
She breathed through the levity. She sighed through the sensings; aglow in bathe and touch-caress of Heaven-Light and love.
His love, his will: she existed, alive in the being.