When the evening seeped into the room
Their faces became illuminated by candlelight
burnt fingertips of mine
Three points on the table
Knees resting
Words fumble out of my mouth
Tight, Taut & stuck in my throat
Both hands in mine
silk water dark n lovely
tender like polished wood
Both hands of yours in mine
Both of you sweet and contrarian
Books ‘n’ essays & poems
words exchanged
The shadows of hearts kiss each other
Both of You in my view
Lips
Lips
Lips
Resting against You
I'm resharing this because I burnt my fingertips the day before yesterday. This poem and them have been on my mind.
IJE OMA