Without Embrace Poem by Helen C Capan

Your palm rests only upon my cheek
As salve upon my heart runs deep.
Your fingers run just through my hair,
Yet yearnings arise to keep them there.
Your shoulder leaning against my head
To offer comfort, fuels flames instead.
Without embrace, you hold me tight;
The love I feel I hope is right.
Three kisses placed upon my brow
Assure me that I’m needed now.
Without a word, you say so much;
My mind’s at peace, must have your touch.
Your gentle pat as you take leave,
Lets me know you’re a friend in deed.