002 Arm's Length Poem by Manonton Dalan

dirt road slicing
daffodils hill
well hidden
like teardrops
along your eyelashes
can only be seen
when we are kissing

spokes of bicycle
purring, struggling uphill
tires catapulting gravel
whitening knuckles
gripping handlebar
straining muscles
overcoming obstacles

in a distance
you seem to be
walking on flowers
your hair floating on air
but i’m so close i could see
threads on your dress
sweat on your legs