I softly touch his longing ego

And smother it with what I hope is love

in many a gymnastic Β pose

But then

just before he explodes into glory

I notice

his nostrils have hairs growing inside

and for a moment I am standing on one leg

asking myself

Can I make love to a face with a hairy nose?




Comments on: "Poetry in motion (looking for a better title)" (6)

  1. haha yuks ! yuks! i can’t imagine that ina! and thanks for coming by..

  2. belfastdavid said:

    A love poem which made me smile.

    I do enjoy your ability to refuse to take yourself too seriously. πŸ™‚

    • πŸ™‚ Of course it was a serious matter, but without my spectacles (-6.5) …pfff !
      If he reads this, he will take revenge, mentioning something about my bum 😦

      Thanks πŸ™‚

  3. So funny and touching – loved it.

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