Poem Hunter
To M
WT ( / London)

To M

Poem By Wayne Taam

You know S & I think you’re
Your white skin capable of sustaining a mild fever of
passion perpetually

I saw you that day smoking
the lights
Surreptitious glances
I saw you again last night
Surreptitious glances into your

You have a kind of intelligence
we like
One of us
we will never know what
it is to
touch you
I guess

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