Bubbliscious
One, two velvet pink
silky fingers in my drink
no, no musn't do
useless words on one so new
Hip, hop on my breast
who's the one I love the best?
Shriek, squeal tickle feet
satin hug from one so sweet
Scold? No, wouldn't do
suddenly I'm also two
Laugh, tease, feather kiss
something I would never miss
Run, jump come this way
teaching grandma how to play
Oh, no! Mommy's here
time to say bye-bye with tears
too still afternoon
hope my precious comes back soon!
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| In My Mother's House | 0 | 02/08/2010 |
| Weep No More, Magenta | 0 | 11/04/2009 |
| Farewell Beloved Enemy | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| The House of Mirrors | 1 | 08/13/2009 |
| While In the Eye... | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
| Bubbliscious | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| How Long Can You Tread Water... | 1 | 07/12/2009 |
| Monogamy in Monochrome | 1 | 07/28/2009 |
| When It Happened... | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| The Missing Piece | -1 | 08/13/2009 |
| Flow River Though You Take Away My Breath | 3 | 08/13/2009 |
| How We Become... | 2 | 08/13/2009 |
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