Softer still

Freshly unfolded leaves

breeze touch at a desert sunset 

light drops at a high altitude sunrise 

a baby's cheek

after bath, after wipes

and talcum blush

all soft
as other things unnamed

and yet

softer still is 

moment-after gaze

birthed by love's timeless submissions

and yet again

the silence 

of departures

inevitable

[in the name of love]

is softer still

so much, 

so much

softer.