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. JeevanTuesday, June 28, 2011

    hehe... very nice and i loved this.

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  2. JeevanTuesday, June 28, 2011

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  3. A Plain ObserverWednesday, June 29, 2011

    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. SumTuesday, July 26, 2011

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

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