Author Ho Xuan Huong Peekaboo we used to play; my hands covered my face, your hands covered your face, incredible, there we were gone. That is what we play now, your hands on my face and my hands on your eyes. Incredible how we disappear into each other. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments