of your room
I stand silently
looking at you sleep
I wish there was a chair
so I could rest
while I behold
your breathing
I listen to you
as I sit at the back—
unseen,
away from everyone
In the kitchen
I gently hold you
from behind
as you cook
I induce a little tickle
on your rib—
oh no! you spilled
excess salt
in the stew
Our signature might
ruin the taste—
in a good way
Invisible—
yet I’m present
everywhere you go
In the shower
then in the bed
I'll let you find me there
and say no more