Yearning Poem by RIC BASTASA

Yearning



when i think of you
today, i feel the black hair in my armpits
moving in one direction
like a sponge twirling whirling
all over my body

Friday, May 9, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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