Affection
my affection
my feelings reflections
through touch
and gentile caress
a love so much
children love
their mothers this way
and the way we pet
our cats
begging at our ankles
with an affectionate attach
of love in the animal way
a look
where we never misuse
our eyes
much more a passion
than reaction
affection never lies
it's in the hand's
gentile grip
in the eye's
silent lips
it is a beast touching
another beast
a soul bathed
in another soul
a covetousness
of the flesh
affection never lies
if found alone it cries
but often times it identifies
the one who is the one
affection is the rarest of gifts
so often time has stolen it
or some unforgivable deed
but none the less
we shall never grow short
of it's need
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2010
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