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Domesticated

I smile across the room at her,
She tucks her head behind the blanket
In playful embarrassment.

Jazz filters softly through the air,
Each improvised note accentuating
The carefree, childlike mood in the room.

The Saturday evening sunset peaks
In through the windows of this
Cheap apartment on the river.

We traded in our dancing shoes
For bare feet and a home made meal,
We never gave it a second thought.