again you expose
unwittingly
the small of your back
as you bend to pick up
a paper from the floor
it’s all so casual yet
my speech still
falters momentarily
imperceptibly
as I long to reach out
run two fingers softly across
your pale patch of skin
causing you perhaps
to turn into my arms
to accept solace and love
with our embrace
instead you stand
turn towards me
continuing
without pause
the conversation
not noticing the remnants
of my desire beyond
a slight quizzical glance
as I finish my discussion
of whatever triviality
is at hand.
(November 2012)
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