though their touch on my skin
slides smooth and gentle,
I feel them tug at the hem of my heart,
anxious, needing, hopeful.
They remind me of a little boy
who kisses the part of my arm he can reach
because of how much he wants my love,
the mercy of acceptance,
forbearance to frown at imperfections
(the forgiveness of sin.)
This has GOT to be one of my favorite poems yet! I can't stop reading it. I've got 3 little boys (and one little girl) and their love, hugs, tugs, needing, and innocence evoke such love and emotion out of me that there are no words to explain it. The way you include that feeling within the words of this piece is genius!
ReplyDeleteMe thinks a book can't be far behind.
ReplyDeleteMe agrees, Thom, me agrees with thee.
Delete"Methinks there be not impossibilities enough …" (a shameless cannibalization of Thomas Browne, Sr.)
DeleteAt the rate I'm going, we shall all be old and grey. But if you stick around long enough, I WILL toast you both with whatsoever libation you choose!