Our Love Is In Our Detail

No-one knows their love as much as they, for it is normal love: compromised yet treasured.

A fleeting smile

A passing hug

A sandwich on the table

A scalding tease

No need for please

Life is not a fable

With a willowed glance

And an ivory dance

I see you do not hug me

With washed-up mugs

And zipped up dress

I know that you do love me

Folded sheets

Ironed pleats

Distance, words, and tokens

Stolen touches

Unguarded feats

Our love is in our detail