My China Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My China



My china

Her skin is like silk
Both Chinese, mulberries
White and ripe and sweet
Part to watch, part to touch, part to eat
Of china don't dish and plate
I don't want tools, gadgets.
I want silk, silk skin
To put on; to be with

Sunday, July 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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