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


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