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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