It was working late, <br />hours in that office together <br />the comfortableness; <br />the small talk <br />and the shared work. <br /> <br />You held my arm <br />to trace along the blackboard <br />the picture of the stick-people <br />we drew in the crowd. <br /> <br />So close. <br /> <br />You began to trace <br />two stick people <br />one kneeling <br />and the bubble over his head <br />said <br />'I love you.' <br />I said: <br />'What are you doing? ' <br />You said: 'Don't talk to me <br />say it with the stick people.' <br /> <br />I drew my stick lady with a bubble <br />saying <br />'Are you talking to me? ' <br />You drew and bubbled <br />'Must be, you the only <br />beautiful stick lady in this drawing.' <br /> <br />'Humm, ' I said, <br />need a little more than that. <br />Who's talking stick-man or you? ' <br /> <br />'Of if you must know <br />stick-man is my wing-man <br />It is you <br />I love.' <br /> <br />I bubbled back <br />my stick-lady saying <br />'xxxx <br />hearts and kisses' <br /> <br />The next day in the conference room <br />on that blackboard <br />were two stick-people <br />arms wrapped around each other <br />kissing.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-seduction-stick-people-kissing/
