on a cold morning he came
surrendering a promise to keep
a delicate balance between
the life within and the life without
with soft words falling into pillows of delight
where dreams become the sustenance
of a posture to stand upright
and face the sun
bathing one carefully
kissing away all fears
and resistance to disorder
his being and his caress
are the tides of timelessness that roll in
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