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He knows me well, and so his slightest glance
Conveys a sonnet's worth of loving thought.
He speaks my mind so often it's not chance
And I say what he's thinking, like as not.
I brush his shoulder as I pass his chair,
Or as he drives, reach out and tap his knee.
He leans his head back as I stroke his hair
Then turns back to his work, away from me.
We could say more, but other things intrude,
And evenings are too short to get things done.
Our common terseness might be seen as rude
But one word's wealth, when there is need for none.
A word, a touch, our deepest feeling shows:
The petal is effective as the rose.

Originally posted on Making Light.
evilrooster: (Default)
He knows me well, and so his slightest glance
Conveys a sonnet's worth of loving thought.
He speaks my mind so often it's not chance
And I say what he's thinking, like as not.
I brush his shoulder as I pass his chair,
Or as he drives, reach out and tap his knee.
He leans his head back as I stroke his hair
Then turns back to his work, away from me.
We could say more, but other things intrude,
And evenings are too short to get things done.
Our common terseness might be seen as rude
But one word's wealth, when there is need for none.
A word, a touch, our deepest feeling shows:
The petal is effective as the rose.

Originally posted on Making Light.

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