Our Very Own Dance - Poem by Raymond Magabe
She picks her nose in front of me
and I think of our lips touching.
She snatches the snack-pack from my hands
and I laugh till I wet myself a bit.
She licks her fingers clean
and I am tempted into helping.
She runs her mouth dry from talking
and I just want to keep listening.
She groans enough-is-enough
and I can't help but keep going.
She assures me that I am enough
and I commit to keeping her glowing.
She says she can't feel her heels and toes
and I say you have been dancing.
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