How Can Love Be So Kind?

my right hand holds the essence
of my being

i do not have to fight it again
your soft hands shall gently touch it

stroke it like it were a gentle dog
a fine feathered bird

and then we kiss, we kiss,
we are on our own now mapping out

where true happiness lies
just us, tonight, under the blackness of this night

by RIC BASTASA

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