effleurage
“Your brown eyes are my blue skies//They light up the river that the birds fly over.”
To stroke one as a flower, you must be seated upright. I pulled all the leaves off the stem just to feel the plant break in my palms. Kind eyes, sweaty palms and a cloudless sky. Transparency is what I asked for and the sun responded. You said compassion and the cat appeared and massaged your belly. We are two uneven halves keeping stride. What is it to look at your partner and ask them how they feel?
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