He wanted to know where I reside. "I would like to meet you in a private space,"said he My poetry, looking at me, replied: "Meet me in my space of words where I hold intimate conversations provided you can read between the lines" He looked askance and bit his lips wanting to tear a poetry he couldn't even read. Poetry jumped back into my arms as I kissed it lovingly. Aha! I patted it, bursting into peals of laughter at having sent an unwelcome intruder away.. Hmmm. Girls, Kill them with humour if possible and have a hearty laugh
