A gentle touch
whispered on expectant skin
with the softness of
a summer’s breeze,
may not be the first thing
you want me to praise
in my laudation to you.

A gentle word
touching a wary mind
with the tenderness of
a consoling embrace,
may not be the trait
you want admired most
when I rave about you.

And while gentleness
may not be much in your book
it is everything in mine.


©  november child
photo credit: Carl-Frederic Salicath via flickr