roasted: open flame

my love might not be a showering of words
but a slow, observant eye.
it is not ‘i love you’
so much in letters
as in a splash of colour.
it is the every day,
remembering:
the clapping of your heels,
almost imperceptible nods,
when you Google-searched the difference
between baked and roasted salmon.

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