When two sentient beings connect in a special way, we call it affection. |
Affection The closest distance Between two points, A personified string of yarn Woven between two souls Across time and space. An invisible line Filters and funnels Emotional snapshots through A mesmerizing tunnel, Gravitational, an anti-magnetic Scent stays to shun others away, But fits here like a lock and key. The most special ingredient Of homemade peach ice cream Is when on a sunny afternoon, That first part melts To make a line of Ever faster drips On your fingers, then On your shirt, and arm; You lick the sticky sweetness off your skin, And it isn't the peach part. That special stuffed animal you knew as a kid, The feeling of the texture of the fuzzy bear's skin; Not like real fur, but soft to the touch-- Against your cheek, in your hands, In your arms, in your clutch, Connected like an amiable charging battery. A mystical bill of fare, Seen through a gypsy's crystal ball, Bracelets bangling their own melody, Making up the lyrics As you go along, Refreshingly Fresh, then Intimately shared In belief and hope: A mutual admiration society Filled with yellow roses In yesterdays and tomorrows. |