the inefficiency of love

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I stand in front of a full sink,
my leg inches from the dishwasher’s open door,
and lean over the racks to add a glass.
You are cutting a half circle behind me with a hand full
of forks and spoons, dropping water, marking our path.
We lean and wait, and wait and bow,
letting each other pass
while water sprays the coffee machine,
and coats the counter, and
dampens the bottoms of our feet.  
But then I turn
as you reach and
for less than a moment
my skin knows the warmth of yours.

 

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3 responses »

  1. Once again, I love this slice from life and the details with so many sensations. The ending “brushing of skin” is wonderful and full of love and warmth and beauty. The moment is everything and this poem steeps in it so wonderfully! So grateful for your words and am enjoying taking my time with these poems; to give them concentrated attention and rereading!

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