A Girl Song

Yes,
we have
no bananas

but
bananas
love
to have
us.

(kw)


A Boy Song

I've been bananas
for a soft, ripe
peach.

Lying for hours
in sugar and milk
the taste

lingering
for days.

(dr)


Another Little Girl Song

Even before I blushed pink
longing to be picked
or dreamed

of lingering
as a dessert
with a drink,
my name was

peaches and cream.

(kw)

A Boy's Chair Retort

Prayer and plum
wine; maybe cherries
or key lime

I split her
pea and spilt
her tea

of raspberries,
wishes and
time.

(dr)


A Girl from the Choir Loft

A liquid song
with sprinkles of
ooohs and aaahs

what a banana
split I'll make
for him
after
practice

(kw)


She's secrets and dreams,
peaches and whipped cream;
nibbling me down
to mah core.

Love can't abide
her seed's cyanide,
or the pain that will follow
henceforth
(dr)


He's got his suspicions
though no inhibitions
'bout doing the thing
I adore.

He jumps on for the ride
I've got nothin' to hide
any poison you'll meet
is destroyed by the heat
and the sweetness you swallow
endures.
(kw)

12/17/2005

Author's Note: we know how to celebrate an old friendship!

Posted on 12/17/2007
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