slowly rising to meet yours,
and our smiles exchange with cool ease.
I find I am intrigued by shoe laces,
running the length of soft brown boots,
wanting to see your hands tie them absentmindedly,
wondering how those same hands
would look wrapped around my waist...
and again, my eyes slowly rise to meet yours,
but this time your smile takes shape over my own.
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