Bora born
Non verbal _
There you go
grey on grey
silent as
pass this way.
Backs so straight
cut so fine
yet she knows
he's all mine.
Both in step
tick tock time
slender as
in their prime.
Metronome
heels in tune
army like
navy too.
Lights change green
for this pair
must be stuff
in the air.
Bet you know
what that means
creation
blesses dreams.
In response
gentle tone
touch so deft
as she combs
through her hair
down his shirt
middle zone
always works.
Loose arms touch
hands entwine
inner sense
still combines.
Elephants
in the room
pantomime
mystery tunes.
- O -
© nov 2009 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
grey on grey
silent as
pass this way.
Backs so straight
cut so fine
yet she knows
he's all mine.
Both in step
tick tock time
slender as
in their prime.
Metronome
heels in tune
army like
navy too.
Lights change green
for this pair
must be stuff
in the air.
Bet you know
what that means
creation
blesses dreams.
In response
gentle tone
touch so deft
as she combs
through her hair
down his shirt
middle zone
always works.
Loose arms touch
hands entwine
inner sense
still combines.
Elephants
in the room
pantomime
mystery tunes.
- O -
© nov 2009 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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