in tune

one begets one

and all

 

when man turns brute

safety is feathers with wings

till clipped

not by nature

but by design

warmth is not the noon sun

but softness engulfing

even when wetness prevails

safety and warmth

innocence only an innocence knows

absolute

 

me and mine

my breadth

my depth

my width

The eyes as round

Eyes as bright
as intrusion was rude
Retreat was sweet.