He sometimes desires the kind of day
that dances with you from dawn
till the sky is smoky with stars.
Or sometimes he just desires
the brown skin of a Snickers bar,
or the feel of a soft new sneaker on his foot,
or the fullness of a Sunday
free of a sense of duty.
Mostly, though, he desires her hands in his,
her whole life leaning into his
as they lie back in this soothing universe
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