Thinking and Swearing.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thole
From the faucet, a droplet.
I cupped my fingertips together
supposing I could accomodate
a body fluid and cold, wet.
Go and it goes. Push tighter
and it goes. My palms overlap,
it goes. Soluble -my skin,
the soap, and within, my soul.
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