Do you need these?
You ask
Pointing at my reading glasses,
Left unattended on a bedside table
In the hours since I had used them last
I do not need their assistance
To discern intentions
As you stretch your legs out long and straight
Slow feline relaxation
True, I might miss some small detail,
Overlooked fine print
Any cursive you write on my arm will, of course, be illegible to me
But I will grasp the meaning
Just as your fingers grasp mine
White knuckle tight
A connection visceral, not visible