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True Love

His breathing is labored, every breath is noisy rasping on his lips from some origin deep within his tiny chest. His head is too hot to touch, yet too hot not to keep touching, checking, silently measuring. He looks right into your soul with eyes that yearn for knowledge,acceptance,comfort and reassurance. He communicates with facial gestures and unformed words. Stubby fingers point but can’t tell you exactly what he seeks. Flowing, streaming, pouring and leaking his nose runs down his face and over his perfect lips for the umpteenth time today. He wants to snuggle but is so hot to touch you fear your own body temperature will make him worse.
He seeks his friend from days gone by, you thought they were finally parted but in his weakness he wants to feel it’s rubbery shape,soothing,comforting,healing and calming.
He plays with it’s plastic handle and pulls it in and out of his mouth as though he his trying for the perfect fit. He dozes on the lounge like a little old man watching the news He sees you eat and cries because he wants what you’ve got even though he just finished his own minutes before.
His need isn’t appetite it’s just a desire to be close to you. He feeds you his afternoon snack with chubby fingers and you eat it and say yum even though it has already been bitten with slimey snot coated lips.
His desire to share with you is selfless and unpresuming, he doesn’t understand that germs spread and you may get sick from your own selfless act of eating his offering. True Love

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