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  • she smokes her cigarettes down to the filter
    tappets her blood red nails on the table
    as she waits for her answer

    asks why
    squints inward to figure the how and the what
    paces figure eights in agitation

    she holds him at arms’ length
    holds him in high regard
    holds him so light with fingers of air
    clings to him for a moment
    and like quicksilver
    moves away

    coiled like wire, tense as a spring
    eyes blazing
    making her point
    and words cleanly defined
    then eyes alight with a deep burning glow
    she’s open and loving

    she tells him he’s unfailing

    and he asks her how

    she rattles off
    unfailing in his resolve
    unfailing in his actions
    unfailing in his enthusiasm
    unfailing in questioning his actions

    unfailing in showing her all he can as fast as he can even though she might not understand

    unfailing in his regard

    unfailing in breathing in that which he understands
    unfailing in his attempts to see the world as a happyplace

    unfailing in his attention

    unfailing in his devotion to attentions he deems merit his

    unfailing in hinting his wants right now and
    unfailing in giving her time to make up their mind

    her eyes close
    her hand raises
    wrist so thin and delicate
    fingers fine and strong
    the hands that hold the pen,
    mold clay
    slams the table in sheer, silver exasperation

    touches his cheek
    with a blood red nail
    the smoke wreathes the air between them
    the tip of her cigarette glows red and bright as she draws it down
    her coffee beside her
    His in his hand
    together for a moment as the night slips away
    and the moment is all
    and the moment is them
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