Speaks directly to the heart – heart language, extraordinaire
You turn and look at me
maybe for the first time
or the tenth, or the thousandth time
only to see what you knew you’d find –
a man looking back, whisker’d, aging,
eyes a little dimmer but still aimed at you.
I smell your morning breath
and think to myself how perfect,
how expected, how perfectly normal
and good and welcome.
The first kiss is always best
in its unnoticed awkwardness –
maybe because of it.
The shear warmth of your body
reminds me of our shared need
for presence and company and comfort
unattainable in the strivings of our days
but remembered in uncounted moments
spread over time and times and time again.
Our sagging bodies remind us of life
lived under common skies, the unexpected usual –
and it settles into me
in a kind of daylight reverie to what is.
We make love or something like…
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