With My Hands
Like clay in my hand, I held a frown...
Massaged it slowly till the edges were round...
The warmth of my fingers softened the feel...
Then I kissed it slowly as the smile became real...
The closer I held it ,the more it whispered today...
Words of love it spoke , as the frown whithered away...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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