His knee, bent, using
my thigh as a resting
place is his
"I love you" as
together we come to
the end of
this week
our inhale, our exhale
our chewing the only
sounds to interrupt
this shared silence
this sacred-anti-loudness
Moments later he plays
briefly and we catch each
other's eyes through the
window separating us
his smile, caught
so sincerely, covers my
eyes in the kisses his
mouth refuses to give
the insistent lingering
so intense my eyes
respond with trembling
saltiness that requires
my face to turn
My heart grows, Grinch-like,
If his bent knee and if his
unmasked smile are the
only "I love you's" I
ever hear? It is so
much more
than
enough.
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