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domesticity I


 
 
 
that moment untold
and brief and bright

when

with the faintest rustle of a sheet
in the silence of our night,
his legs unfold
and his feet

slowly

stealthily

purposefully

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 karliemacbradshaw.wordpress.com
 
 
 

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