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I like the way you barely look at me sometimes,
Stealing a glance, obliquely, like a voyeur.
The way your furtive touch brushes my skin
Tantalizingly soft, withdrawing, timid.
I like the way you give yourself away
By wrapping your emotions like a gift
I open you with the slightest touch
I take you in, enfold you, breathe you.
I like the way you try to avoid our pain
By making light of it, through diversions, singing,
The way it clings to us from time to time anyway
Light as a cloud, disorienting, feeling.
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