Bruises...
You have tendered your care yet againafter the chronically pointless flare. .......And yet againI have given myself intenselyto the uncomplicated chivalryof your child-like being. Love ordains and we meet againin body and in spirit. A flash, a flicker, a spark...and then just the sound of breath. I look at your beaming face: gently bobbingwith the alternate, pulsating throbbingof my love-suffused heart. ❉ There is still a raw mischiefin your gratified eyesas you calmly lie; all dissipatedin the warmth of my bosom. The cocktail of some collective hurtand a hint of peppery irefused with a pinch of dazzling passion has consumed all griefand has left us stunningly new. ❉ ....Just few playful bruisesremain. © Chandra S., 2009