Thursday, July 15, 2010


I watch you
Sip you’re drink
The glass touches your lips
The liquid flows into your mouth.
You swallow in portions
It is like slow motion.
You’re Adam’s apple
Moves up and down.
Like the waves in the ocean
You tilt you head
Savoring the taste
Lifting the glass
Doing it again
I wonder how it would be
If I did the same
This time
My head on your lap
You hold the glass
My lips part
You pour the drink
Bend your head
Seal it with a…………… [giggle]


©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.