The shirts

a poetry book for my daughter

read across the table during breakfast

another one, for me, later

read laying on my lap

out loud

intimacy is

veins traced

spit in the sink

guitar while the morning doves sing

talking while doing dishes 

bedtime stretches

spontaneous foot rubs and

dancing in the rain

during a thunderstorm

eyelashes tickling 

playing with hair 

counting the greys

heartbeats, sighs, cries

notes hidden in kitchen cupboards

to someday find

entering without knocking

it’s unlocked and

it’s laughing in the warm glow 

of coming home

falling in the snow

working in silence

toward shared goals

stealing bites of food

singing happy birthday

making love with period blood

brushing teeth in the same mirror

sick together

asking questions like

how was your day?

listening

sharing the same breath

whispering I love you, asleep

next to each other

holding hands

hot chocolate and grilled cheeses

a glass of water

consideration

naming constellations

hanging the towel up to dry

after being pulled into the bathtub 

clothes on,

kissing.