Rack Of Ribs Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Rack Of Ribs



I felt your fingers
counting my ribs.

No,
there's no one else.
You are the only one.
No other was made
from me.

You,
you only were on my mind
when I replied
to another.

Allo! Allo!
Ring-a-ding. Click-on.
Her voice interrupts,

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Sunday, September 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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