A tale of tenderness shared by two people |
The night was late when I arrived at her home Green tea for her, orange for me as we sat on the deck Buster and Apache, the old dogs under our feet rustling Half moon and stars settled in the thin clouds above God paints a pretty night picture for us to enjoy The subtle invitation almost missed A precipitous tragedy averted Soft night light caressing her face Luminous under the moonlight sweet Wishing it were me instead Asking if she had read my words She smiled and said they are about her She is flattered by them Where does this come from she asks, Are they from memories? It comes from my heart was the answer Impressions and words enter my head and roll around Like a carny making cotton candy at the fair Gathering more with each pass or passing day When they are served they are sweet, one hopes It is with great care that I look at her Exquisitely delicate from my view I with the hands of an oaf at times Afraid to touch her lest she break Like sugar spun candy, lovely I am afraid of the very thing that my soul aches for I promised myself that I would not risk this again I watch the softness of her face across from me The warmth of her smile subdues my angst Her tender blue eyes wash the fear away Is it because of my illness, she asks? Not at all, for that there is a solution It is simply that I do not want to hurt you To do so would be tragic for me too I with the hands of an oaf at times The night is late and we are tired I take her in my arms and bring her close Her arms around my shoulders I kiss her lips the first time, gentle I do not want to leave her embrace As she walks me to my car we stop She shows me the toad that lives in her shrubs Gently she bends down, lightly touching him He sits as would I, unmoving, as she caresses him He understands the tenderness in her that I am discovering |