Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Love poem

Your lips are like grapes--sweet,
succulent,
plump with forbidden juices.
Your eyes are like two peeled grapes. Round,
an indiscriminate fleshy color.
Your nose is like three grapes.
Your ears are approximately four grapes each.
Your teeth are like 32 grapes
I forget how many grapes are in an adult's mouth
I think it's 32?
Your toes are stinky little grapes.
Your head is one big beautiful grape;
I think you're just grape.

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