Of Strangers And Love Huts....

when we were strangers
i think we were more interested with each other

too much familiarity you must know
breeds contempt and

we forget the first laughter inside the bus
when we were heading for that love hut

inside the love hut when the lights were turned off
we imagine ourselves singing those old love songs.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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