Poetry Sunday

You ask how I feel about you
But I tell you every day
I say it even when I don’t say it
I can say it many ways
In the space between our bodies
Where we can feel the heat
In the pause between each breath
In the spark where our eyes meet
In the whisper-rustle of the sheets
As I turn to you in rest
In the laugh inside m…
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