Beauty, Leaving

Fragility
Spoke,
with the softest tongue
Tell me, Dear, what I have done
Was this right,
Or do I fear
The leather in my hands
Has forgotten
Again

And I took her, with my voice
to a place
Where we could giggle
About her dreams
And infatuation with Richard Gere

Tell, me Love...
What's your name?
I'm quite sick
but still hold wonder
and laughter

I told her,
And we both smiled, on the telephone
And then
dispersed