Tea on My Leg
by Joanne Marisa Leow
standing forever on the edge of this cliff
with my heels to the abyss.
You are watching me
with such great care
that I am almost frightened.
But not quite
because all I want is your voice,
the light and dark of your voice,
the quick and slow of your hands
the blue and brown of your eyes
and the sweet and bitter taste of your mouth.
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