Freshly unfolded leaves
a baby's cheek
after bath, after wipes
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.
breeze touch at a desert sunset
light drops at a high altitude sunrise
and talcum blush
all softas other things unnamed