Spoiling me
with the lightest brush of your lips,
a smile
a parting
and sweet disorder.
I reckon
you know what goes on inside my head
long after
your gaze leaves the room,
aware
that the last strawberry would taste
the best of all.

 

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Posted for ‘Quadrille #69’ @ dVerse Pub

And for Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads