Saturday, September 5, 2009

Nonet Poem

An authentic, traditional Thai MassageImage by madaboutasia via Flickr

Nine lines. First line has nine syllables, second has eight, and so on.

My body cries out for a massage
Caring hands for my aches and pains
Firm but compassionate strokes
My breathing relaxed, ahhh
So memorable
My breathing stops
Near my groin
Will she?
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