Tenderly

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The light goes soft
the breeze is gentle
the shoots are tender
and the flowers tiny
there is a glow on the skin
and a smile on the lips
clouds float lazily
and I hear whispers
in the bushes
that ask me
to tend and attend
but not pretend.
Tenderly yours
says Nature.

Held in thrall....4

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Moods change with

seasons, they say.

I have borne

the hot and the cold

the grim and the bright

of life

with grace of silence

and yet stayed

unscathed

unblemished

for every time

fate flashed its

wicked smile

at me,

I nodded

held myself upright

but never stared back.

Life wasn't only 

out there

but it made

home in my heart

and my loins.

And peace came

searching 

for me.

Held in thrall....3

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And then I
remembered
the time when
we touched each other
not only with our hands
and limbs
but with our hearts.
Time melted away
past whistled away
and no trace of thoughts 
remained.
Love lolled about
smiles lingered lazily
all over
and fingers played
melodies of magic
in every pore.
Nothing was
nothing remained
and nothing happened
when we were 
everything unto ourselves.