It's not the colorful wrapped dreams
he is giving you on your birthday,
nor the flower subscription
or the half held out hand,
the entitled arm around your waist or
bags full of dough,
but very simple words
hardly audible whispers,
a half missed kiss
little meanings in the dark,
the soft sucking on your nipple,
searching for the other.
Barely daring to do so.
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