The moon was full, yet almost impossible to see
through the clouds
still, I leaned over the sink
several times, looked up
craning my neck, hoping for something
brighter
to shine through
you know he says, I think I’m in love
with your toes
it’s the bubblegum pink that enthralls
(such cheek..)
I tell him it’s the polka dots
draws the attention down
away from the softening of the neck
rather vicious revealing signs
of an age
says he quite likes softer things
even a shoulder that aches under a weight
that’s been carried for
too long
skin with more of a curve than a
line
a certain sturdiness of being
and a heart that is kind,
no matter
tells me the magic comes in watching one
laugh
so hard as to stream tears
then to gasp at a breath before speaking
again
still laughing some more
says this, may be the sexiest thing
before I had noticed
he comes up
to kiss me, sort of out of the
blue
and the earth moves a little
just like before
where smallish confessions of love
do much for dressing oneself
in the morning
the moon was full, yet almost impossible to see
through the clouds
still,
I knew it was there
basked anyway
in its glow
because love… ya know,
often enough
begins
at the toes ♥
a-ROOOOOOOOO !!!!