Stay still
a while longer
this morning
because your skin
is warm
baby-powdered silk
your hair fragrant
lemongrass and sunlight
your mouth tastes
of burnt sugar and strawberry
and I want
to hold you quiet
and make a memory
before we start
too fast
the rest
of the day.
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3 comments:
Apart from the lemongrass fragrance what I also liked very much is the name of this poem...
:)
The main reason for facing the rest of the day, isn't it?
Surely, must be...
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