Why did you touch me with the edge of yourself
Like the first ray of the sun, which reflects in the morning dew?
Why did you touch my thought with your wit and sense
Like an extract from a new and unpublished book?
Why did you touch my skin with your lips so hot
Like a sudden burn when one brushes a heated pan?
Why did you suddenly, cowardly, and badly stop
Like an ordinary, selfish, small, and not interesting someone's man?
Why did you..?
© Copyright: Зифа Садриева, 2007
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