• Comfort's Caressing Kiss

    There's nothing as upsetting,
    As an event of your present.
    The old memories fade with the times,
    But the recent occurrences only rip fresh wounds.
    But I find solace in your words,
    I suppose such simple secours shall suffice.

    A tragic hurt--tragic?
    Tragic is abused, is it not?
    A dramatic injury of the heart,
    A discomforting bleed of the soul.
    But I find casual help in your actions,
    The careful console of comfort's caressing kiss.

    I find a gentle tear race down my cheek,
    Others racing in close pursuit.
    Pooling, collecting, accumulating synonyms,
    A thin pile of liquid, saltily soaking my tee.
    But I find immediate aid in your being,
    An immense idiom of indirect inclination to intimacy.

    A fearful pain--fearful?
    Fearful is misused, is it not?
    A pusillanimous ache of the body,
    An aggravating weep of the mind.
    But I find constant guidance in your actions,
    The careful console of comfort's caressing kiss.

    I need someone to hold me,
    Glide their hand across my back as comfortingly as possible.
    I want someone to love me,
    Give that kiss of hope I've never had before.
    I need someone to hug me,
    Veil my sorrows with a burning affection.
    I want someone to love me,
    Provide that touch of faith I've never had before.

    A tragic hurt--tragic?
    Tragic is abused, is it not?
    A dramatic injury of the heart,
    A discomforting bleed of the soul.
    But I find casual help in your actions,
    The careful console of comfort's caressing kiss.