Friday, 14 February 2014

Intimacy

You don't smile often
but when you do
it feels like the sun after a year of rain

You don't laugh often
but when you laugh at me
I feel privileged

There's a story that talks
About a man who shows his wife
no public affection
No kisses
No hand holding
for fifty years

She's the only one who sees
that when he looks her way
he lifts an eyebrow
ever so slightly
it's a look he keeps just for her
their intimacy
Their public affection

You don't hide affection
And I couldn't give up that contact
But what makes me special
is your laugh
Your smile

You don't laugh often
but when you do
your eyes turn soft
and the fire inside
turns to a caress

You don't laugh often
but when you laugh at me
I feel privileged.