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
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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