Tenderly

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book 15

so slowly I

     with trembling hand

unsurely reach

     and gently touch

 

and wait to see

     if you will move

away from me

     or with still stay

 

may I move

     slowly glide

softly now

     touching you

 

learning now

     the flow the shape

of the forms

     that I behold

 

will you perhaps

     more closely move

that my touch

     may more feel

 

and together we

     will then embrace

together caress

     and then learn

 

of those things

     before now hid

and to share

     freely give

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This poem is excellent, and I

This poem is excellent, and I do mean excellent.  The language is beautifully deployed, with no verbs weakened by the insidious "do/does/did" attachment.


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