Human Tenderness

How we love this secluded pond He lowers me to the grass And on my stomach I watch Little beetles, blue dragonflies Transparent wings fluttering soft humming near my ears My smiles born broadly in sunlight His tender hands hold my back to his chest. And in the shallow pool numerous tadpoles curiously investigate my otherwise useless legs without pity or shame He smiles words of joy to me In my ears and to my mouth Red squirrel clambers the tree near our temporary bed where his hands fumble and his mouth smiles broadly between my hands, breeze lifting my curls as wings on small hummingbirds From the corners of his eyes The lazy luce ponders the strange ways of human tenderness While he holds me in his endless loving patience That doesn't care about ability Just we, water, sun and together *** February 6, 2017