I held you. Warm and fragile. You gave me butterflies, I gave you flushed cheeks. Innocent and simple it once was to feel it. I thought I understood it, I thought the feeling was all you needed to understand it. So, so tender. It tickled my skin from head to toe. I looked up smiling at the sky believing I had it, believing this moment and emotion was all it took to fall in love with love.

I held you.

But I held you too tight. I tried to grasp it once again, but you turned into thorns that punctured me in the same place every time I tried. As blood smeared all over my hands and clothes, the red reminded me why everyone hates love.

I held you.

And I crushed you.

#love   #hate   #tenderness  
tenderness as rare
Anna Mosca

I long for your hand
reaching out to you
in your solitary time

it feels right to exchange
tenderness as rare
garment today

everyone wearing
passion, jealousy, envy
claiming to feel

alive consumed indeed
that common look
wearing everything out

underwear outerwear
deeds feelings selfies
very little left beneath

simply I reach out
to your hand let it be
all with all its significance

All these poems are from The California Notebook collection from www.annamosca.com
Reminding us of the tenderness of nature
Jan 12, 2012

The rain taps the window pane gently
Reminding us of the tenderness of nature
It is a metronome
And a lullaby

Zaeema J Hussain
Zaeema J Hussain
Aug 27, 2014

sometimes you will meet certain people,
who will be able to open you up.
you will leak all over them,
and they may not be able to handle it.

do not apologise.

leak as much as you want,
but never apologise if they are
unable to swim in your sea;
in your love,
in your trust,
in your softness.

Feb 13, 2013      Feb 13, 2013

Do you know the sound of the wind through the trees in the dead of a summer night?
The soft glow of the moon, golden on every surface,
Reflected deep brown in every shadow.
The balmy smoothness of the air along your skin, full of the sweetness of wet earth, new grass, and night blooming flowers.
The ghostly white moths that flit along the ocean of grass in the fields, capping billowing green waves.
The hush and hum of a sudden rain pattering on the sundried ground, darkening the darkness and blotting the moon with grey cotton clouds that glow from within.
Darling, I miss you like that. I miss you like a summer night. I miss you with that beauty,
Natural like a heartbeat,
Subtle like a breath,
Constant like the earth.
I miss you like a summer night.

Tenderness flawed by the endless need
Nov 18, 2010

Tenderness flawed by the endless need
to hold on to your own sanity
I turned to look for you
But saw nothing
A desert stretched out before me
It felt as though death had
buried you before my return
No face
Where faces loomed
No presence to fill the gloom
Tenderness within the silk of the hour
was surely mine to bestow

Oh this tenderness

Oh this tenderness
The beauty of you amazes me
As I undress in the sun
Shining through the window
Curtains fluttering in the breeze
This Spanish villas part of me

Your eyes as slender
As an irresistible lover
Watching the silk fall from my hips
Taking me in your arms as this
Is bliss

Years we have waited
To meet once more
Thousands of hours
Hundreds of days
A million thoughts have kept you alive
In my head
Turning over all that was said
Tiny snippets of memory kept me in this eternity
Needing you back with me

Now the dream is reality
Undress in front of me
Lay upon my body
This warm familiarity
I have acted this out in my mind
A million times
Lightening flashes inside of me
Then hush

If only I knew before
Life after death was
As this

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