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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




softly glide towards mine –
that moment, then, so sweet
when our toes
in a gesture of love’s warmth
and permanence, calmly finally meet
and serenely entwine.
2 January 2010

© Nina Light 2010 CC-BY-NC-ND

image credit: “Feet” © Karlie MacBradshaw, and can be found at

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