022710 I'M Yours Poem by Manonton Dalan

022710 I'M Yours



i am enjoying native dish
fresh from the counter
when i saw your pretty face
pops from mirror's corner
i could have swallowed few,
and bit my plastic fork to crack

you walk towards my table
and press my shoulder blade
with sweet whisper 'how are you'
i turn around to see your smile
i see glitters of your eyes
hold me and i'm yours

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Zack Burton 27 February 2010

Very serene, pleasant, and nice. Cryptic title, though

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