Heartsongs

Softness
cannot reach inside
when mere words sing lullabies
to eyes that want nothing more

than to flutter.

Arms open, then close
holding sweet thoughts

~in between~

warmth
and
longing.

There is a tender place,
Untouchable

by brush of fingers
upon silk petaled skin,
toss of tresses,
or sway of hips;

a place where wind
carries whispered song

and syllables cry.

~

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