Tenderness, opening slowly,
To the touch of the beloved.
A warm gaze alone,
Fills the heart and
Causes it to overflow.
As I cascade into you,
Breath moves freely and without judgment.
Fleeting whirlwinds
Never had so much fun as a gentle and enduring rain.
And while the tide’s turning remains uncertain,
The fool’s dance of faith and surrender,
Beckons enticingly.
That we caress and love the seedlings of growth,
Nestled deep within the core of our beings.
And in support of one another – bloom,
How painfully joyful,
The first awakening of a fragrant bud.
May I hold you in awe?
Caress your skin as surely as I caress my own?
Wondering at the seed of life within you,
What form shall it take?
That mystery being half the fun,
The rest found in bearing witness to your divine unfolding,
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