I watch the curve
of my hand
with its small fingers
trickling down your side
from your hair
around the bend of your ear
stroking your cheeks
with the back of my fingers
folded in gently
behind your jaw
in my favourite spot
then down your neck
and my fingertips
trace over your shoulder
and along your arm
to the elbow
then on your forearm
and ultimately
to your hand
and I entangle our fingers
together
to follow your silhouette
to the sweet sounds
of your breathing
all I can hear
is your ambiance
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