Poundings Poem by A. G. Bawang
Poundings
I woke up this morning
wondering.
What is this stranger doing
in my bed,
lying even in my pajamas.
One of my eyes struggled
to sit while the clock
is pounding
heavily in my chest.
The other felt poundings
somewhere else.
They were on my limbs,
on my stomach,
on my toes.
(And thanks to the mirror) ,
I found them even on my lower
and upper sets
of cheeks!
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