the oil of tenderness

it's the squeeze of the can
of oil
onto the hinge,
the rusted gate
or chain,
or door
that won't close,
it's not unlike what
a smile
will do,
or gentle kiss
when leaving or
arriving.
the thoughtful word,
or gift.
a single rose
instead of a dozen.
we need this oil,
this tender
lubrication of love
to get
through
each day, or night
that enfolds.
a drop or drip
is fine, but
be generous with the can,
each dollop of affection
shown
is precious.