HE

He came to me with the most wonderful tenderness. He was afraid and I was afraid, but there it was, that openness; he was as delicate and fragile and beautiful as a flower, the blossom trembling in full bloom...
(Victoria Freeman)

He poured so gently and naturally into my life
like a batter into a bowl of batter.
Honey into a jar of honey.
The clearest water sinking into sand.
(Justine Sydney)