We sit closely at the table,
Sharing conversations about nothings
Full of friends and strangers combined,
The band begins to play
Your hand grazes mine,
You stand up tall to ask
I step, stride in gentle procession,
Your hand possessed by mine
You turn to me,
Two equals pressing slightly
Eyed but not staring,
Hungry but not starving
I rest my palm on your broad shoulder,
Feeling your familiar fingers tips gently grasping my hip
Your body whispers to mine,
Pushing it in rhythm
I respond to your queuing,
Touching your face and lips when wanting
Guiding not insisting,
Vulnerable and respected
Two people working together,
Towards a partnership perfected
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC
We sit closely at the table,
Sharing conversations about nothings
Full of friends and strangers combined,
The band begins to play
Your hand grazes mine,
You stand up tall to ask
I step, stride in gentle procession,
Your hand possessed by mine
You turn to me,
Two equals pressing slightly
Eyed but not staring,
Hungry but not starving
I rest my palm on your broad shoulder,
Feeling your familiar fingers tips gently grasping my hip
Your body whispers to mine,
Pushing it in rhythm
I respond to your queuing,
Touching your face and lips when wanting
Guiding not insisting,
Vulnerable and respected
Two people working together,
Towards a partnership perfected
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