It was my lady wife who suggested the subject of today’s effort. If you enjoy it, thank her for the inspiration. If you do not, then blame me for the execution.

The Caress

A finger traces over skin,

As perfect as the dawn.

The faintest sigh, the moment passed,

Too soon, too quickly gone.

The softest touch, like eider down,

You barely sense it’s there.

Now focused on that moving touch,

So totally aware.

No words could ever say as clear,

How loved you truly are.

As that one soft, so tender thing,

It sets the highest bar.

It seems so small, so minor yet,

In that it’s strength does lie.

Though other passions burn so bright,

Their light must sooner die.

When I’m too old, these words to say,

Eyes dim and limbs so weak.

You’ll feel my touch upon your hand,

In your heart hear me speak.

“For all these years I’ve loved you so,

My life was truly blessed.

For every time I’ve touched you love,

My soul you have caressed.”

Cheers, Winston