To sit quietly with you

I want to sit quietly with you.
Side by side.

My hand touching your hand.
Not holding hands,
just the edge of our hands touching.

We don't need to say anything,
we can listen to the sound of our breath.

I will forget which breath is mine,
and which breath is yours.

We don't need to look at one another,
we know each other 'by heart'.

But if your eyes catch mine
we will gently smile,
just the edge of our eyes,
and the edge of our mouths,
curling up slightly.

And then,
when we're ready,
we can do the dishes.

You wash,
I'll dry.