A thousand times a thousand,

I could tell her she’s beautiful

but her hands are pressed

against her ears,

as she hums

a silly tune.

I could smile her way

with sweet attention

eyes falling all across her

body in every which direction.

She’s blind to me,

as her hands are held tight

against eyes already veiled.

Tell me you feel something

Anything…a single thought

a broken dream…a wish unfulfilled

a desire drowned.

But you just grimace me a smile

and casually place your hands

over those luscious lips

that have never truly been kissed.

Oh, my little Monkey Girl