Yesterday, a woman
asked me a question
on men.
When that porcelain voice
seeped into me,
I became a prisoner.
Yes, I said.
What? she asked.
No.
Are you listening to me?
I love you, I said
as she walked away.
Yesterday, a woman
asked me a question
on men.
I think I answered
correctly.
4 comments:
i love your poems here.
been reading em and it reminds me of something i was before.
will be back ..
smiles..
The answer to men now that would be a good question
I love this poem. It made me smile immediately...I didn't even have to think about it.
Very nice.
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