Tender

Tender is her touch, a wisp of cooling mist upon burning skin Lies of honey balmed tissues torn and shredded are strewn about the ground with errors of her grace As giants stood upon my shoulders to see her slightest charm The ocean covered with gentle mens garments to protect her angels step Rain defies sweet gravity to remain upon her face And the wind wraps its serpent coil round her form The earth hugs her like a child torn from mothers arms Anticipation drips from my every pore and cools the molten core below No time passes from past to present and futures scorn When for your soul i will always yearn