I wanted to caress, but with soft fingerstrokes of my mind.
Tendrils of tenderness you may cling to and find
A shiver of happiness invading your space
A sliver of solace that carries a bit of grace.
Never to ensnare but to enbalm you from pain.
Tiny grains of affection....reflect rainbows after rain...
And that was all
My friend.
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