Precious Moments
For Timothy Lee, the Best of Me
Sofa settled with my love and best friend;
content, I could stare at him without end.
I cherish our precious, domestic blend.
Lost in a book or television show,
he is often unaware of my glow,
radiating as I eye-drink him slow.
Even while in his distracted silence
my love for him beats a heart reliance
on even simple days of alliance.
Just staring at his face captivates me.
Glances to his hands raise my body’s plea.
Times looking at him, are times I feel glee.
We kiss-exist in domestic love gifts,
such as my elated, hushed staring lifts
while he clicks the channel and body shifts.
... CayCay Jennings
March 6, 2017
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