she watched him
watch her
closely
as he moved
fluid
and
firm
across her thoughts
holding
hands
loosely
palms
grow
moist
holding
on
the glass half full
of unctuous red
intentions
holding
out
perhaps it is best
to put it all out
on the table
holding
still
mouths opening
opening to receive
a spoonful
just
a taste
feel
the low
rumbling
the deep
stirring
an urge
on the edge
of a need
October Poetry Writing Month 2020
Day 25 of 31
the glass half full
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Interesting write... 👌
Thank you Deepti!
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