Lice Poem by aditi ray

If you would let me
I would macarena on your cheek
Pirouette on your temples
Waltz down the bridge of your nose
And fly over your open lips
To land on your chin.

I would butter-fly across your chest
And scatter powder as I flutter
Then circle your navel and
Follow the fine line of hair down under.

I would rev up my car and drive up your spine
Bumping over every vertebrae
Till I reached the dark forests.
And there on the rutty track behind your ear
I would quietly park my car and enter
The thick undergrowth of your hair
And lose myself there.

Perhaps, one day you would scratch your head
And ask, What was that?