The Invitation Poem by Anita Atina
The Invitation
He held out a hand
In quiet, companionable
Unmistakable, invitation
Warmth and passion
A rare spirit, found
Surprising recognition
Sublime awareness
Flowed just below
Conscious feeling
Gazing to fathom, why
Energies quickly merged
To assume greater form
Undulating textures
Strong and supple
Gently held together
Hands a-tango
Courting boundaries
Waiting to be discovered
Reads like a piece of lace being looked at, an manipulated.
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4/29/2024 1:55:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lot can be said, by just holding hands smiles....10