The way your hips
nestle into the space between mine
The little sigh you give as
you surrender to sleep.
The way your hand curls
into mine.
The weight and heft of
your plates as I lift
them down from the cupboards.
The mingling of our lives:
I measure it in the momentary,
the ordinary,
the mundane.
The things I hold
closest to my heart.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
The way your hips
nestle into the space between mine
The little sigh you give as
you surrender to sleep.
The way your hand curls
into mine.
The weight and heft of
your plates as I lift
them down from the cupboards.
The mingling of our lives:
I measure it in the momentary,
the ordinary,
the mundane.
The things I hold
closest to my heart.
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