Humerus
As your hand attempts toTouch her
She visits her usual corner
Thinking tomorrow she might
Be ready
To enter into your world...
A little.
Just give her one more kiss
On the back of her hand
Hilarious
Do not approach her elbow!
Wrist bones are wry enough...
Radius the tip of her ulna
Just enough.
Poetry by jenks

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Written on 2009-06-04 at 03:45




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