a changing perspective

A Changing Perspective

Emptiness
Now filled with
Expanding silent smiles
Testing and stretching
The confines of a heart.
Each droplet of giggles
Each dab of embracing
Establishes a new precedent
For what a heart will allow.
Feeling and finding the
Notion of happiness dwelling
Within each brush
Of those
Tickle finders.
I hate being tickled.
But not by you.
I guess they call that love.

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