Sundays

up late quiet morning
food and chat
love in the air unseen
but huge, huge, taking
up all the room, small

ease on the couch
laptop open
desultory talk -
plans for the day -

such tiny moments
such vast encompassing
passion, opposites

live in breath, in a 
touch of the hand, a
smile, sparkling eyes

then as darkness boded
the car reversed
down the lane:  wave
of the hand

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