She Is Soft
I am soft, she says ----
she is softer,
like some new silk....
My fingers melt on her skin....
we explore, slowly
like our very first rendezvous;
fresh, curious
of such sensuous magnetism,
swimming in little ponds of love,
blooming to surrender doubt.....
The 'world' is without,
and all dark things
only the lights of our eyes,
fading to gentle pecks,
and slow love,
rivers begin to rush;
And the earth thrusts through its crust
flooding-perfect-union,
she is soft,
like some new silk....
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