In the Gentle of a Morning Fair
by Richard Zaner

I once a wind felt moving
In the gentle of a morning fair,
And with an easy laughing
Turned to nudge my love awake

Whose lips still held a smile
Of last night’s eager loving:
Whose thighs, so lately sure,
Lay lightly now, now calm
And gentle as the moving wind’s
Fair morning once I felt.

With the lightest touching of my hand
I knew the subtle lift of her
And knew as well the slightest
Glancing of her eyes, soft and
Fair in that once morning’s wind
Then moving gentle on my own.

And turning then my love awoke
With easy nudging, and, laughing,
Moved the moving wind
So fair I once had gentle felt.


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