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Just One Line
When I feel most in need of affection, A warm, face-to-face embrace, kiss on the lips, To remind me that somebody cares about me,
That I'm yet connected to the universe, Not as a boulder, a salt dome, a bristlecone pine, But as a sentient creature desperately needing love —
Physical and emotional nurturing (The fundamental reason, I have to believe, For two human beings to connect with each other) —
I resort to the oldest trick in my soul's notebook: Seeking out its next empty page And setting penpoint to paper,
To discover something gentle, sensitive, kind, Perhaps not even a poem but just one line That expresses my desire to say, "I belong."
12/05/08 - (3)
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