Habit

Hand on thigh
Fingers trace back
Careful to avoid ribcage

Let out a sigh
Change the music track
Lights off in our cave

Fidgeting
Cleaning the room
Will mean you are frustrated

Listening
Mentioning my perfume
Will mean you are elated

A glance
With a sly smile
Sharing a secret joke

A trance
Lasting a while
Is love never spoke

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6 thoughts on “Habit

  1. What a multifaceted poem – I like it how the various meanings are gradually uncovered as the poem progresses and how the last line is the culmination of the whole piece. Great job!

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