In my handwriting
Folded around a cassette tape
Because it meant a curation
The level of detail, the attention
Paid to how I touch you
Coffee and beignets on china plates
Leave the powdered sugar on my fingers
If only we could eat
All our meals this way
You look so pretty
With my fingers
In your mouth
So listen
Wear the white dress
The lipstick that
Looks good on my chest
The flower in your hair
Don’t be late
Now that is lovely. Was she late ?
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she would never think so 🙂
Thank you so much for commenting Chris
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