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domesticity I

that moment untold
and brief and bright


with the faintest rustle of a sheet
in the silence of our night,
his legs unfold
and his feet
slowly and stealthily glide
towards mine –

that moment, then, so sweet
when our toes, in a gesture of love’s warmth
and permanence,
finally meet
and serenely entwine.
2 January 2010
© Nina Light

image credit: “Feet” © Karlie MacBradshaw, and found at karliemacbradshaw.wordpress.com

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