Kisses on my skin in the quiet dim light,
glancing over my shoulder just long enough
to catch that look from you....
I'm aware of what a half smile can do,
a movement of slight import
that causes a seismic shift in your demeanor.
Everyday tokens of necessary things,
an unspoken language
that is shared between us,
you take my hand
and kiss my open palm.
oh yes.....
very necessary indeed
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