when it's more
more than a bath
more than the old tub
with rusty streaks and
pale scoured circles
when its filled with
hot silky water, steam rising
the scent of expensive soap
melting a welcome
when it's more and
skin is pink and wet
when hair is damp and dark
when it's more than
a bath and i am alone
i think you a fool.
Monday, February 27, 2006
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3 comments:
I love this...I had to laugh too because after a breakup I had years ago I wished that I could have said something like this to her.Too cool.Love ya, Tee
PS.Bob is gorgeous, he needs to meet Sara Sue...
thanks, the poem is a reworking of an old one and bob is getting a swelled head! he is pretty, even my vet said so. he's a bundle of energy and my buddy. you should post a picture of sara sue!
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