She came up behind me quietly
... kissed me longingly.
'What was that for? '
I smiled enquiringly.
'Not only are you a gentleman
but a gentle man.'
she explained simply.
I laughed
at the distinction
her words took me
apart & put me back together
better than I was before.
She took my hand
in her hand
held it to her lips
kissed its fingertips
a storm
rose in my heart
she... gentled... me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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