Show Me

Wispy and thin
Such an insignificant piece of fabric
How it never fails to capture my attention
As my eyes are drawn low

I love to watch as you watch me
As you deftly move your hands about it
At morning and night
Fingers long and strong
Yet soft and nimble
Moving them this way and that in careful ministrations
Eyes locked onto mine
A promise

I should like a drawing of you
Wide shoulders pushed back
Chest pressed out
As you wrap your hands around your neck

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