An 88 cent bargain
netted sheen sharpie red,
foam topped
jolly giant
great vine green,
with a skinny white rope
to hang by.
Straight to the shower
your coarse red bod
buffed my
white desert span.
Back-forth brushed wet
scraping my skin
ever so kindly.
Even dry you still
carry
cocoa butter aroma
back
to warm water drops.
Drop you to find
your upside down
is right side up
You, Loofah,
Are no tomato gimmick
but a rose of
twisted tool petals
gathered to scrub
beauty
free of dead flakes.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Rosy Tomato
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tooth brushes intertwined in a glass on the bathroom sink facing and curving into each other- with secrets unspoken of the night and circumstances that led to their togetherness-
ReplyDelete-and the sun, creeping, trespassing into night, reaches through the glass casting cruel shadows, with fingers of light that wrap through the blinds, steal across the floor in the room next door while passions wither in the fading darkness.
I like your style.
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