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As a Feather

  • Joanne Benedetto
  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

Let your touch be as a feather

A whisper of velvet

The barest whisp

But let it not be more than that

The stir be gentle, not as an offense

For I will have no more

Then the softest velour;

Delicacy is my defense

Against the texture of burlap

Its strategy too rough

When silk would be enough

To brush against.

And the rude slap of coarseness

Assaulting my skin

Serving to irritate

My nerves to punctuate

With the cruel end of a pin

Is not welcome. But a caress

Can soothe, and just a touch

Need not be very much

Only a breath

Or even less.

 
 
 

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