Affection Stories

I took it too seriously when you told me my feelings were reciprocated. I watched my own feelings intensify more quickly than anticipated. We used each other as band-aids, a safe and gentle fix Turned to each other for affection and comfort in moments of conflict. And then it had to stop, it had to shift direction. We had to redefine how we’d been participating in emotional protection. It seems you’ve moved on more quickl...

She puts her sewing down and leans over lifting her sweater from behind.  "Here, before I sit down, put your healing hands on my back." Rubbing his palms together, warming them, he finds the bad spot where the pain is. She sighs, "That feels so good, hon." Some things help. Medicines. Mattresses. Operations. Shots. What often works best is the simple gentle touch of a pair of hands.  "That's the place. Touch me, please."...

"Dad. how did you ask my mother for a first date?” I looked across the small self-laid patio at my daughter, Linda, sitting on the camping chair, regarding me with her mother’s deep brown eyes. At fourteen-years-old pushing fifteen, she was budding to emulate the beautiful bloom that was her mother. I was not surprised by the nature of her question. Nor the timing. Her mother was away shopping while her two elder brothers...

Sunrise or sunset, blue skies or rainone thing will always be trueI simply want to be able to hold hands with you There will always be time for passionate kissesand gazing deep into your eyesbut nothing can replace the intimacyof walking hand-in-hand, together through our lives It's not quite holding you closebut it certainly strengthens our connectionour fingers laced togethera testament to our affection So take my hand...

The silence is what I hear every dayUnbroken sounds of whispers being heard from a distanceVoices of those I long to hear, yet are always so far awayA sound, a smash, or even a hello from a stranger to make the pain go awayYet each day returns to the beginningLike a never ending circle of unforgiving torment 

Yes, it sucks to sleep alone.Wouldn't we all like a warm body beside us?To cuddle, to kissthe affection we missCould I give it to youtonight?Oh, how I want toand if drunk I just might.But during this episode of sobrietyI'll pass.Next time you ask(if you ask) I promise to reconsider.Just be sure it's notthe beer talking.