The need to be acknowledged —
Like a child,
The necessity for touch never diminishes.
Craving intimate affection
Like a fly on shit;
We cannot help ourselves.
As I meet them, eye-to-eye
We sit across the table,
Not saying a word.
BE WITH ME!
Their language screams.
Palms face up
My phone in my pocket,
Senses alert,
Unfazed by the barking dog.
I hold them,
In the roundness of my heart,
With the firmness of my eyes.
LISTEN TO ME!
Their language urges.
I’m here,
I whisper
To their sensibility.
I listen with my mouth shut.
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