Soft-Boiled Egg
Baek Gyerim
Like a tangerine peeled clean of its white skin,
the soft-boiled yolk,
your hidden flesh, ready to burst at a touch.
Afraid I might hurt you if I reach too close,
I gently lay my warm breath
upon that tender softness.
As though biting into flesh
where a tangy fragrance spreads,
in a room meant for only two,
the night deepens, rich with flavor.
You are my most secret promise.
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