By Michael (fuzzy!)
Date: 30 January 2001
Whiskers
I want to kiss that nose.
she was probably a rabbit
in an earlier life
she's got that sunny disposition
and that bunny intuition
she only hangs around when she feels safe
when she's nervous
she wiggles her nose
it's the cutest little thing
and when she's smiling for real
she scrunches her lips
just before she beams
she terrified of scary movies
I've loathed every scared helpless woman I ever met
except her
In daydreams
I hold her close to me
She's used to being a
Very Small Animal
I could be her guard dog
I'd protect her from
Big Nasty Creatures.
We'd rub noses as her gesture of thanks
I don't think her feet are lucky
except for the fact that they're attached to her
I'm kind of attached too.
Wonder if that makes me lucky.
Maybe I should give her a foot massage
Does luck rub off?
Maybe I could be another appendage?
Wonder what would happen
if she let me I'd give her a real massage
I'm guessing we'd
......
well, we'd be like bunnies.
You know.
she's got this short brown hair
almost orange in the sunlight
and those bright eyes
she eats with both hands
and she gets self conscious when I'm watching
then I crack a smile and laugh
and she continues nibbling happily
She's delightful to watch
she enjoys things so deliciously
she giggles in appreciation
it makes you want to please her
she loves all the little simple things
I swear she was a rabbit in an earlier life
I still can't get over her nose
she wiggles her nose
it's the cutest little thing
and when she's smiling for real
she scrunches her lips
just before she beams
I'd give her a bunny suit
with authentic plastic rabbit whiskers
they'd work on her
I think she'd slap me though
in a playful way
but it would be worth it
when she smiled for me again
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