just yesterday
while i walked
from shower to dresser
your glasses slipped
to the tip
of your nose
and your eyebrows struggled
coughing and rustling
the page of your paper
blowing that single hair
out of your eyes
daily, your lashes flutter
while my back is to you
quickly turning
i can make out
a hook in the side
of your mouth
funny, i think
you struggle so
concealing arousal
as you are my wife
and in being so
have no need
creating tension
soft and loose
lidded
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