Poem 20151125b

give thanks before you are asked
before the request passes through the lips
before the thanks seems less like
gratitude than like a duty

give thanks for her smile and soft skin
and for the tenderness of her hands
for the curve of her neck
and the way the light catches her eyes

give thanks for hearing laughter once again
and for the corners of her mouth upturned
and for the scent of her when you embrace
and for how she lingers in your mind

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