I brush back
the hair fallen on your face
gently
with the back of my hand
revealing innocence
unaware...
searching, scorching
from your eyes
seeking reveling
to my surprise...
I wait and ponder
my next move
not to be taken
without gratitude...
Savage claims
underlie
beneath this
posture
of platitude
Tamed strife
of body and mind
releases
without surrender...
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