Leaning In

We sat upon the couch and talked a bit.
He wasn’t feeling well in back or head.
Fatigue besieged (as is appropriate,
with two young kids to wrest him from his bed).
Attending to the way he sat and said,
respecting his full plate and steady stress,
I raised my hand and cupped his cheek, instead
of speaking. He leaned in to my caress.


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