sitting
four rows ahead
are large
and beautiful.
Abundant.
The one wearing glasses
and a hand-knit,
green,
beret
rests her hand
on the spine
of her partner...her fingers,
long
and stretching,
bump
along the trail
of her vetebra,
kneading
through the thin fabric
of her shirt.
I am watching
a conversation.
The woman
in the green beret
is reminding her partner
of love,
of constancy,
desire.
When her partner,
the woman with the barrette in her brown hair,
sits up...
she wraps
her arm
across her shoulder,
strong fingers trailing across the smooth, bare skin.
a hieroglyphic of tenderness
and susceptibility.
These women are so bold
in their declarations...
in the gentle way their heads come together,
the breath of one
mingling
with the breath of the other...
I turn my head
away...
grateful
such expression,
communion,
and a complete absence of fear.
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