Bonita >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan
Bonita >>>
I kiss a fruit so sweet
I showed my teeth to her
never squirm for imminent
oh! I refrain from biting
caress with my palm; smooth
I put on my table; to adorn
my waking darkness; my light
my toes curl; warm themselves
I could put socks but freedom
playing with draft from above
stirring my mind for more words
in my solace, quietness of dawn
you're always besides me; loving
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