My needs…

Swish of a hand can console many a wounds
a sob can put any soul to unending tortures
a smile on some painted lips can send cold shivers
one raised eyebrow can make one wish to die young
one fibre of lost out opportunity can dry any will
another of those fables can bring forth many toothless smiles
one blade of grass can grow to become a million
one little seed contains thousands of fruit per year
one sack of millet could fill stomachs for nights to come
one little tear has the power to make a burning hole
another of those sparkling stones reeks of confinement
silence of dead waters has nothingness to hide
noise of multitudes drill deep their own ear drums
collisions that happen for reasons unknown
pool of emotions I dived in while you held my hand
that subtle presence assurance of buoyancy while it lasted
one handful of emotions could make me cry of pleasure
will you ever know how little I needed from you?