Best Poem of A. G. Bawang

He turned the lights off
and pretended to grow deaf
at the nagging of the internal drum
His trembling hands began to stroke
the smooth ivory skin
he had been tracing in his mind
for many a sleepless nights

Two fell, cheap table frames
and the indubitable shattering of their glasses
into . . .
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Time flies
I won’t
Too fast . . .
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