The soft scent of Shea butter creates
new homes for comfort as I
relax into your oversized clothing.
Solace is reinforced by your hands so vast
that I could fall asleep in your palms forever.
They fortify around my cheeks against
incoming attacks of antagonism.

The contrast is subtle;
you laugh so much but smile too little.
It's striking, your smile.
White teeth against skin so dark
that I half expect to see
the stars emerge,
the same constellations that are
reflected into my eyes when you call me beautiful.

It upsets you when you can't find the words
to bring me relief,
yet it is brought unto me by your touch,
your company, your smile, your scent.
Your ability to **** out the poison
left by venomous attacks
that hindered me nights full of desire
as though you were simply ******* on my
skin in scattered patterns during playful blunders.

You are comfort when comfort is needed.