Soft and gentle.

Soft and gentle.

The rain,

A balm

To soothe the savage

Beating heart.

Hot from the fire

Of your kiss,

Missed,

On days

When we misplace

Synchronicity.

Such a pity,

As the touch

Of your fingers

On my skin,

Awakens me.

Just as the wind

Slips between trees,

Bare of leaves,

Sighing good morning

Wishes,

Sweeping the dust

Of stars away,

Caressing the

Whole of the moon,

And dancing

With flakes

Of snow,

Caught in the light

Of street lamps,

Your touch

Is true.

The feeling

Lingers.

Stabilises

My defences,

And allows me

To see,

Just what

Life can be,

When

You love somebody

And they

Love you.