Softly

Gentle the touch of smooth brushing kisses Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will Tender is night with eye's hungered wishes Calm are the hearts beating faster still Warm is love's breath that crosses the spaces Yearning is the spring of time's winding clock Tremors from fingers will leave trailed traces Gives lovers the key which opens the lock Lost in ambrosia where the heart will sing From lover's fiery needs burning within Finding paradise in flight without wing Sacred, vulnerable rejoicing in Time is in motion and time will stand still Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will 2/20/18 contest Love Poem