I like it when your hands are cooking
I like it when
your hands are
cooking
and your fingers
are moist
lightly with the
oils from our
spicebushes,
last year.
I like how your
breath smells of
Mexico
and of the days before
velcro and silica
taught our muscles
to contract.
I like how
your eyelashes
collapse
like mint leaves
in autumn.
I like how
you smile,
heavily.
1 comment:
Nice. The third stanza is my favorite.
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