Sandra Sandoval
Last night at dinner
My right hand
Was magnetically drawn
To your left knee
I had to reprimand it
Last night when you talked
I wanted to spin your words
Into fine sugar strands
And feast on them
Last night I took your kiss home
And put it to bed
It lay on the pillow
And kept me company
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2 comments:
Wow! What a powerful poem. Thank you, Sandra.
Love the poem. And thank you for posting on our collective blog. I'm excited!
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