How Tender The night

How Tender The Night.

Wondering
She whispered,
"Tenderness flows
from you like soft spring rain.
I have seen many men before.
But you make my soul speak."

Saying nothing
He touched her cheek gently
With the tips of his fingers.
And words were not needed
To fill her with grace.

Reading
She read his poem
The one he wrote
for her in the night.
And tears fell from her eyes
Onto the scripted ink.
Tenderness gripped her heart.
holding her in invisible chains.

Sleeping
Her head on his bare chest
Her hair falling over him
like yellow corn
His words were in her heart
Her words that he conjured for her.
Tenderness was falling over
her dreams like down snowflakes

Watching
She looked at his young face
Sleeping as a child.
On the softness of her breast.
All the tenderness remaining
Inside her scarred heart.
Joined with his
to fill the room
with a glowing light.
As she kissed
his long dark eyelashes.