In the shortest seconds of your day

in the shortest seconds of your day
when you wrap your robe around your showered skin
and allow your thoughts to play while you dry your hair
no mark is made on that moment; to name it,
to write it into a story with chapter headings,
to tell us all what kind of person you are or will be.
or when your fingers wrap around your coffee
finding warmth. There. Right there where nothing happens
every line on your face is important and
each detail, the way your weight rests against the cushions,
light playing along your cheek
your skin so clean my fingertips don’t slide easily along it
only then do I see your secret, real life and I fall
up, up, and ever more in love with you

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