Hello Michael, <br />standing over <br />there. <br />So mine. <br />So divine. <br />With your <br />crocodile stare. <br />Here's the girl <br />with the twirl <br />on her finger <br />made of hair, <br />the eyes, <br />in surprise, <br />to disguise <br />her every care. <br />There's the sun <br />that we see, <br />and we bask <br />underneath, <br />and it's you <br />and it's me <br />and the air so <br />very sweet. <br />And it's time <br />and it's toil <br />and it's love <br />all around, <br />and there's <br />Michael in <br />the corner... <br />without a sound, <br />without a sound.<br /><br />Tina Sena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flirtation-with-the-wall/
