Dancing smile

Standing in my kitchen, spreading butter
on a slice of toasted bread sprinkled with
poppy seeds and suddenly I sense a little
shy smile dancing on my lips: oh, it’s him
on my mind! I once melted like butter on
toast for his tender feelings to me. And it
lasts: his hot love that makes these little
modest smiles come to dance on my lips.

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