Affair
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 bathroom light
They were crossed like swords
On the vanity
Bristles enmeshed
Handles tangent
The envy of those coffee loving
Joes downstairs
Side by side in the sink
Rims stealing
A figure eight kiss of infinity
Sharing undergarment gossip
A rumored stowaway discovered
Hot from the dryer
Nuzzled deep inside
A pair of my own so
I wore them that way
Who am I after all
To judge their brief affair.
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