A nest of tenderness is the night
That night – knitted lace
of fingers,
silver feather
the handful gathered like in a nest
hatched by candles light.
Ethereal touch…
I sipped from you with delight.
I stopped my breath
from fear that you might fly away.
That beautiful night
your eyes were burning like a candle
and all the branches on me caught the fire.
The grass started bursting…
Along my clenched hands
I felt your lips circling…
I don’t wait for the sunny morning.
A nest of tenderness is the night.
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