Saturday, June 25, 2011

Romance

His fingers
Pamper her short hair.
Romantic.

She was shy
With eyes looking down
Hands plucking the grass

Suddenly he stopped.
His eyes focused intently.
He picked the lice
Placed it in his mouth.


His fingers
Pamper her short hair.
Romantic.

Another lice comes by.
Monkeys in love.


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4 comments:

  1. hehe... very nice and i loved this.

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  3. you had me wondering...Natives do that in the Andes...it is a show of love, yet...glad I have no lice.

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  4. Ha ha! Nice one again... Lovely poems you have penned...

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