Tingles of anticipation as I dress to go out
make-up, hair, shoes and clothes all about the room
as i decide and wonder if I will see him tonight
Dark lights, pool players doing their thing on the tables
clicks of pool balls, getting a drink, no music cos it's not that kind of pub
my eyes scanning the room over the top of my drink and he walks in
He has always been warm, lights up when he sees me, doesn't care what others think
Walks over, big smile, big hug, interested in my words
And I am safe in his arms and his warmth and I am gone to him
I admire his hands that have created images and sculptures from within
I want his kind hands to create me in my image as he sees me and to then admire my image without critique
I get my wish as his kind clever hands explore my image as he sees and feels it
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