i traced the thin line of liquid soap,
with my wet index finger,
from the nose of the bottle
to the neck of the sink
and left behind what looked like
a snail's trail along the countertop;
and left with what seemed like
a significant moment of meditation.
4 comments:
mindefulness
contemplative sensuousness and a title to match.
Cheers
Glenn
For some reason, I take something delightfully sexual away from this.
A very passionate snail!! Excellent poem!!
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