i can’t
promise that
i’ll feel the same
in ten years,
or two years,
or even
tomorrow
but tonight
my fingers will
stroke your cheek
trace your eyelids
nestle in that
soft curve above
your waist
and want
to be
nowhere
else
isn’t it worth it
if it’s
remotely possible
that this will
happen again
tomorrow
in two years
in ten?
narinda heng 