Poetry Monday: A Man Who Washes Dishes

Be that man for me, ok dear? And I’d assure you your ‘manly hands’ and ‘naked fingers’ get more than ‘the curves of my delicate glassware’ hahaha.

Love, InshAllah

whittling

A Man Who Washes Dishes

I love a man who clears my table
I love a man who knows how to use
a wire scouring brush on my pots
till they sparkle so
He brings out my shine

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