How simply are you satisfied? A glance,
a fleeting smile? Must it have a substance
to compile a pleasured feeling, or can you
freely take your pleasure as it comes?
For some the satisfaction is the smile, but if
a co-respondent went the extra mile, moved
to consummate the greeting in embrace,
could you stand the change of pace?
Remember grandmamma who would insist
on kissing as a greeting, and kissing on the lips,
you had to face the withered skin, the musty
smell, the dry and crinkled hairy chin!
That’s not to say you didn’t like her anyway,
but gram’s embrace was penance that you
paid to satisfy a need you had from mum and
dad, a need to reach and touch your family.
Well, that’s the way it is with me.
© I.D. Carswell
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