A Play
She had a name written on her palm
And kept giggling after reading it
I was curious and with pretense calm
My eyes and this name have met,
She used a pen with dark blue paint
Crossing the lines on her hand,
The “A”s were round, the “L”s bent,
“I” dots were spread like sand,
I needed to beg, I needed to insist
For she didn’t want to show,
hiding it within her clenched fist,
teasing me with a laced bow,
when she finally allowed me to see
it was late and I saw just a blur,
she laughed and I let her walk free
like a kitten, also starting to purr.
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