I watch you in moments
taking you in
focused, intent, a slight furrow
in your brow
You purse your lips
slightly
golden strands, and copper
glance softly off your sun-kissed cheek
These silent moments
are the realest
Sharing space
and a location in time
with you
I reach out to touch
your back
my hand seems so large
Fingertips trace lazy circles
up to your neck
and cool skin absorbs
my warmth
Your soft sigh
of contentment
speaks for me
The Multitudinous Pursuits 