No Softness to Be Found in You

No plush lips pursing, whispering words

damply on to anticipatory earlobes.

No light kisses on fingertips, one by one,

for the sake of affection solely.

No gentle caress of a trusted hand,

brushing tendrils of hair away

from a trusting face.

No softness to be found in you.

Softness you’ve never known; love, unimaginable.

Kindness in quantity, unrelated to deed,

with no debt lingering.

How could you be soft, born into a world wrought of steel?

How could you know love, born into a home without?

No softness to be found in you.

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