poem: rachel bloodworth

These Two

Absently,
my fingers rub her cheek
just along her jawbone.
Soft grunts
interrupt her purrs.

Music starts
in another room,
and then percussive thuds
rattle the shelves
just slightly.

Her presence.
His dance.
I feel the smile
curling into my cheeks.

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about the writer: rachel bloodworth

When Rachel isn’t making coffee at a coffee shop, she’s designing webpages or ads for freelance clients, and helping her autistic son transition from teen to adult. She uses her free time for creative pursuits. You can see some of her sketches and paintings at https://www.instagram.com/rachelebloodworthart/.