I watch you shower from the corner of the bathroom
spacious with black and white tiles
costing more than we had anticipated
restored to the fashionable, Gothic style
you shake your head, fanning droplets out
like a crystal peacock’s tail fan
catching the light from the frosted glass
bending it in all directions
as I hand you a towel
and admire you.
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10/05/2010 at 11:17
Thank-you/this poem inspires me/I like the way it’s crafted it uses the material world to bring the emotion/I wish that I could pen a few poignant pieces myself…Have a great day
10/05/2010 at 11:30
Very good Leanne…<;~)