Love

Never cut corners in 
cutting corner-to-corner. 
Spread spreadable, slightly salted; 
every margin reached. 
Lay the foundations for golden, 
Seville bitter sweetness, 
fine cut of course. 
 
Trace along your hairline; 
every contour, every inch. 
Soft then rough; 
each a delightful feast 
for the senses. 
Stroke your brow, smooth 
away cares; feel my healing 
power transfer from 
finger tip to skin. 
 
Look deep into soulful 
pools of sparkling light. 
Don’t deviate from what 
feels right. 
Always the same as I 
ruffle your hair. 
 
Comfort in ritual; 
reinforces a bond. 
Allows us freedom 
to acknowledge our 
very existence.

Ritual