Kapeng Barako (1) Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.
Kapeng Barako (1)
She served me coffee
The colour
of her sun-kissed skin,
The warmth
of her deep-red smile,
The flavour
of the soil of her roots
And those fantasies untold
as she curls up on her bed,
her heart moans with longing
before drifting off each night.
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: colour
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