The first unbound moment of it
In the candour of angels
Untouched by knowledge
Nothing to be right or wrong
A feather dances over unhindered plain
Eases out a long exhilarated sigh
Recedes a whole pier to bend a pose
In captured silent joy of breathing
Silhouette fluttering dove
Stirs from the outlined chest
Pomegranate world has all the seeds
Gathered to the tie knot
