Working through the 227 Rules For Monks.
Who knew the simple life could be so complex.
Out In The Open
I was hiding
my feelings from him
not hiding exactly
but not declaring them
not putting them into words
what was communicated in my touch
was that enough
did he
could he
read between the kisses
between my legs
was there enough
emotional import
in my smile
my eagerness
to convey
what I was afraid
to put into words
as I waited
for him to put into words
what I felt in his touch
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