Soft Spot

 

 

Soft Spot

 

Let me feel your kitten paw

against my neck                                                       
 

Let me see the peach blush

radiate from your cheeks
 
Let me hear your oak leaf rustle
tickle my eardrums
 

Let me taste your oven-fresh bread

melting  in my mouth
 

And let me join you

so we float
through a haze
of  dancing candle shadows
in jasmine scented nights
 

I will tell you stories

of castles built on mountains

 I will show you winter nights

wrapped warm in pouffy spun clouds
 

I will touch your soul

with caress of a fledgling feather

I will feed you unending morsels of laughter

to nourish your being

 And if all these things happen

even in the sweet flicker of an instant
I will open that deepest part of me
and allow you to hold it in your hand

 

-Jerry Wendt 2013