Greeting
Tricia Taylor
Smiling, you look at me
With your hands hidden behind your back
Like they always are when you arrive at my door.
My whispered hello
Is silenced by your kiss
And your arm reaches around
Encircling my waist.
Pulling me forward
So I teeter in the doorway
Half in, half out.
Closer to the warmth of you.
Your touch sneaks down my arm
Until you clasp my hand in yours
And with a gentle pull
I ask you inside.
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