06 Touch Loose Threads Poem by Manonton Dalan

fidgeting my fingers
contemplating
with doubts grasping
my mind
whispers
behind my ears-capturing
my waning fears

i look at your
well-cared lips
fresh; glossy red
i’m counting your pulse
showing on your neck
following a golden chain
gently hanging down
verticava, soft as feathers
i can even see tiny hairs
seem to be racing to heart shape
pendant; calmly cradled
i reach out for loose threads

you caught my hand in time
i felt it so warm
as if it burns my icy palm
you look at me
and your lips slowly open
pulling me for a kiss