love is really large love.
the tender
touch,
the scratch where it itches,
unreachable
but by you.
the smile
or kiss,
the easy compliment.
no you go first,
it's yours,
please sit.
the soft finger
pointing
to your ear
where the shaving
cream
still is.
here, let me get it.
a gentle hand
reaching to remove
from your black sweater
a feathery
piece of lint.
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