Silent Communication
Your gray-green eyes.
Flash glares. Stares.
A subtle grin
Flashes from this morning
Another exotic glimpse
From across the table
Another smirk
I feel your hand
Graze my outer thigh
Reminescent of this afternoon
Your curls fall down
Your broad shoulders shift
I smirk back
Knowing retirement
To our sanctuary upstairs
Can’t come soon enough
You’re ready.
I am ready.