Endearingly

Endearing I think 
is one of 
my favorite words
it’s like a 
little cheek kiss 
that simply hangs
there slowly warming 
it’s also sometimes 
a small smile 
across a table 
in a thicket 
of busy people 
buzzing obliviously about 
or the touch
atop of the 
hand belonging to 
one who’s weeping 
endearing things are
often the only 
things that can 
cut through us
like a warm 
knife through cold
sticks of butter