a.m.

I know you best in a chair,
your legs in yoga fold.
How gravely you have pulled your hair
behind your ears
and with brief care
tied it in a rubber band.
A smile escapes beneath your stare
to thaw mean fears
that loving you could ever wear.
I feel your hand.
When words betray our moments rare,
will gestures hold?

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