050910m Sweet Moments Of Cooking Poem by Manonton Dalan
050910m Sweet Moments Of Cooking
i see sweats on your forehead
let me wipe it off with this towel
let me clear few strands of hair
dangling over your face; let me
this would be quick & painless
your flickering eyes watching
both my index finger clear strand
travels around your ears, i touch
your lips with my thumbs, i rub
like opening a purse; you smile
you pinch me gently on my ribs
pain soothed by our clasping lips
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