June 5, 2019

My dearest,

We don’t have to talk.

We are sprawled on the sofa. We are soaking in the bath tub. We are lying in bed.

Your feet, one foot at a time, take turns resting on my thigh. My fingers knead your soles. You get a massage; it’s a meditation for me.

We don’t have to talk. Let my fingers, your feet, do the talking.

Yours, ever and always.