Routine

Office reruns in bed

late at night

(Jim plans a prank)

We laugh so

hard we have to

pause the show

We catch our breath

You press play again

My toes reach for yours

under covers

You play

a game online

Me, a crossword puzzle

(Dwight planning Jim’s demise)

My right hand clutches

pen and book

My left reaches for

your fingers

gripped on your phone

I stroke the back

of your hand

(Jim grins at the camera)

Subtly, not suggestive

You say nothing

But I see you

smile

Published by Deb