Tender Compassion

My body bends and yours closely touches

my outers folds of sensitivity;

a  semblance of curiosity flickers on our

window-feelings like fire as a

decantor intoxicates . . .

illuminates . . .

penetrates . . .

Powerless, we are caught in a

web of tender compassion,

singing an adult lullabye,

limmerick in nature but

humorous and fanciful.

October 1986