Sitting in silence
Tapping away
At our computers
It's not about
The work that's
Getting done
But the intimacy
The fact that I'm
With you
My feet touching
Your alligator socks
While I write
About plant ID
Asking occasionally
What's another word
For identification
And you say
The way my heart
Flutters when I
Look at you
Across the room
And I kick you gently
That goofy smile
On your perfect face
And then more silence
And that permanent connection
And the soft occasional touches
That's what makes everything
Perfect
YOU ARE READING
Mosquito Bite Kisses
PoetryMama always knew When I went out with you Cause I always came back With mosquito bite kisses We spent so much time By the water In the forest or meadows From sunset to dusk we spent Talking so much nothing Which was everything with you And you'd dri...
