03 You Let Me Poem by Manonton Dalan

sitting
watching your face
you pretend
i’m not even there
i said words i know
you won’t be please

i see your face muscles
ripple and tightened
i’m sure you’re listening
then i become so quiet
just imagining
what’s beneath those
very fine fabrics
caressing what i desire
a tiny touch
with muffled decibels
ooh! like a budding rose
kiss by morning sun

i’m trying to catch your eyes
we saw each other
sweet smiles; lets out a sigh
iris focusing to a point
lock in synchronize journey
feels so good; no words spoken