A Tattoo From Angela

Hard to think straight, when those kisses rain down
like a trail of candy, leading to the candy store
and I have a taste for that cand
at least when its coming from you
it leaves a mark even deeper than a tattoo

that comfort from you weighs heavy on my mind
anytime I’m not there to collect that care directly
makes me wonder through the night
which weighs more, a ton of feathers
or the comfort of your smile and
the strength of your embrace

so don’t ever stop holding me like you care
talking to me like I matter most
smiling like the sun making a plant thrive
and kissing me like a promise of things to come

poem by Terry Boone
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