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By Just L Date: 2014 Jan 29 Comment on this Work [[2014.01.29.04.06.29520]] |
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Have you noticed? We have developed our own language of love… You reach out your hand palm up, and I stop keyboarding and hold it; At times only for a moment, but usually long enough to stop what I am doing altogether. Watching you read I cannot help but run my hand over your cropped hair; And you stretch and purr, never unhappy for the break in concentration. Whenever you pass me in the hallway, at church, or at a party you always touch me. And when I leave the house, I always want one last kiss… Just in case... I look at you and you smile and stroke my face, In that way I’ll know it is you (in case you are ever a ghost). Riding on the motorcycle you wiggle your fingers as if you are playing a piano with one hand; And, I know you have spotted my favorite roadside wildflowers and I won’t miss the moment. There are other—extravagant or not at all—saved for intimate moments; Each motion with their own emotional significance or meaningless messiness. None of these small gestures need words, Either before or after, or long after. Small touches; almost unnoticeable things… They just are and have become markers of us. By Just L January 29, 2014 |