Happiness,
tugs at my cheeks
ever so gently
that brush of warmth
an invisible hand
tickles my face with its touch
goosebumps to my soul
shivers down my spine
yearning for more
such a public display
but not caring
still feel that caress on my cheek
feel that embrace to my bones
my soul grasps
for the very fabric of that sensation
wanting never to let go
never wanting to forget