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TENDER    MOMENTS.

Those tender moments

Without which body will be

Not a body but just a mask

Of conventional convenience.

But now in this central sufferings

From the stony silence within you

I am imprisoned in splendour

Of silence without dimensions few.

An imagined structure rending

Without doors without keys expanding

Sidereal slumbers of dizziness into

Structures wrought by the hands

Of invisible deities of the land.

Those tender moments now

Breathing in the night’s fresh air

Rocked by the body’s gentle touch

Whisperings of an intenser care.