Thursday, April 14, 2011

a monk's first kiss

up the hill
past the bell
hands brush
by the long grass
deep sleeves tussle

triggers

a long sought kiss




To the future Abbess; that ensnarer of men.

15 comments:

  1. I love it, Ollie. Your Abbess is beautiful, for certain! Enough to distract a monk considerably, I would think:)But lovely to meditate upon.

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  2. Old Ollie,
    I am so pleased to read that the tired monk, has found some wonderful company to share all his daily duties with......

    Eileen

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  3. What a wealth of stories lies behind your title.....IF it's truthful!

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  4. O Brother - the long grass, the long sought kiss, the life-long good-bye

    lovely

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  5. It is now official: The Tired Monk is not after all tired in matters of love.

    Wonderful piece, Monk.

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  6. Even monks love romance! This is good to know!

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  7. superb.

    the word flow and the crispy feel, are all perfect.

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  8. Talk about naughty.

    I like the "deep sleeves tussle."

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  9. May I say,, just between us men, this is very sweet. Of course I'm a man in love, so by all means Ignore me.

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  10. LOL @ ensnarer. I bet you just kicked and screamed. *rolleyes*

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