Just A Caress
Just a caress.
Just a caress?
Just? That's it?
To me that's an entire world.
An entire childhood of cozy winter mornings,
packed in a warm, smooth caress across the skin.
I wouldn't call that just. It's not, well, just.
A wise, warm validation of my being, brilliant or stupid, regardless.
One kind hand, benign palm, for once not seeking to hurt or shame.
Small tinkles of choori, little smells of a semi-luxurious soap evoking my favourite beauty queens in memory representing my favourite person in the house gentle pressure of her skin, as if curious, asking me if I'm okay.
Telling me, that no matter what, it's okay.
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Ephemerally innocuous, this affection, basic, like hot food.
Saving me from years of malnutrition, from broken hearts all mine from vile, dangerous temptations in my gloomy future.
Just one kind caress.
Twisting my ears, but not maths teacher style, the red blush that stays for hours you aren't needed now.
"Wake up kiddo" sing song to complement the hard working fan.
One kind caress to spell kindness in me.
One kind caress to make me tell love from lust.
One kind caress to wipe away squeeky, covert afternoons spent salivating at tits.
To hush down the demons who demand some skin some ass a little oomph little bit sass.
The caress which sings volumes to my satisfaction centre.
The caress to mellow away the insanity, the cruelty.
Just a kind caress to let me wonder freely at the stars let me wander freely with the stars to let me forget about the kisses I do not have and help me forge towards the zens I want someone anyone I really do not care for the relation mother sister lover adopted or betrothed forever one kind caress and I shall stop time stay stay stay one kind caress to remake me my life throw the dark sludge away just one kind caress you ask is that enough beggars take what they can one kind mild lush like cheap mango slush and summers caress then and there yes that is enough let me have it have it have it oh the pointed thorny longing the termite like pang dark dark dark from this bonsai tornado within the heart heart heart a brave, honest wish hark hark hark one little kind caress to change this life.
One kind caress, for aeons of comfort.
