I want to be deafened by touch
Sensing only running chills
There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind. – Mr. Fred Rogers
I want to be deafened by touch
Sensing only running chills
“Who is that old man in the mirror?” dad asked as he looked up with a crooked half smile.
Deep breaths
Slowly exhale
Savoring what lingers
In the air
Come blow your horn
Aroma flutters among dreams
Enjoying together, alone
soothing words of comfort
a fast beating heart
slowly connects
rhythms of two
become one pulse
…Everyday I see him I say “I love you” because tomorrow is always uncertain.
Tenderness cradles the fragile
Breath so sweet with breast
Shackled to a love that drives a need
Delicately touching its splendor to bathe in reflective pearls of quenching dew