I button his shirt
A blue denim shirt
With marbled tan and brown buttons
One button at a time
From the top down
Kneeling behind and
Reaching over and around him
As if I was buttoning my own shirt
Often I button his shirts while kneeling in front of him
Maintaining eye contact
Smiling and
That connection is awesome but
As he leans back into me and
My fingers move up from one button to the next
In the way they are most accustomed
I’m still smiling
All the way through
From the bottom to the top
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