of passion or the crinkles on your face
that is not due old age. It is
a fleeting moment; rather
a period of calm awareness that
you simply cannot reject.
face, the way you purse your dainty lips
together trying to hold it in.
Oh darling, I see it. No shame in that there.
a lover's embrace of space your shoulders
find not necessary to hold stiff. Your body
is charmed, certainly so.
the unintentional tensing of your arms as you
fold them, trying to keep to yourself not because
you feel cold. On the contrary --
your arms, your torso... And in the midst of that you
realize not that your heart is already
enveloped in dear, dear contentment.
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