My sweet friend Rachel sent me something in for Love, Friday.
A sort of tactile love letter/ritual she and her husband share...
His hand finds mine and we intertwine fingers.
He gently squeezes one-two-three-four times.
I respond with one-two-three delicate clutches.
He questions one-two.
Together we answer one-two-three.
Signals for words committed to memory long ago.
A silent conversation affirming of our deep affection.
Thanks lady.
It's cool all of the quiet love around us.
Just walking around.
In doorway arches and on sofas.
In kitchens.
On subways.
LOVE it. xo
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