Tuesday, June 19, 2012

love poem

Constantly I Think Of You

word was things had grown  
stale between them
sleek as she is
him handy in a tight spot

but the other night
when I flipped
on the light in the bathroom
they were crossed like swords

on the vanity
bristles deeply entwined
handles lightly touching
the envy of those two

coffee loving joes in the cupboard
spotted later side by side
in the sink rims stealing
a figure eight kiss of infinity

sharing a bit of undergarment
gossip the rumored stowaway
discovered fresh
from the dryer nuzzling

within a pair of my own though
I wore them that way hell
who am I after all
to judge their brief affair 

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