Eyes ever-present,
Every move noted and indexed.
Tentative feints and maneuvers, subtly disguised—
Just passing by, nothing to see here.
Into the kitchen,
Refilled coffee and back quickly.
She’s there, but quickly moves away—
Just passing by, nothing to see here.
A moment of carelessness,
Quickly up to adjust the fan and too late.
Curled up, unassailably cute and fuzzy—
I sit in the other chair.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
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