in a hundred different ways.
in the morning
the kitchen aglow in
half light
I would feel you
wrap your arms around my
waist
kiss my neck
and whisper sleepily
'what's for breakfast?'
in watching me
watch the lion king again
and again
because I never saw it as a child
playing every board game
we could lay our hands on
we could lay our hands on
into the early hours
instead of sleeping
the lingering stares
from eyes as rich as the
afternoon coffee
we sipped
in embracing my sadness
and
telling me I never looked as
beautiful
happy
alive
than when i'm laughing.
you would tell me
you loved me
without ever once saying it
out loud.
