Tuesday, September 05, 2006

soap

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:

  1. contemplative sensuousness and a title to match.
    Cheers
    Glenn

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  2. For some reason, I take something delightfully sexual away from this.

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  3. A very passionate snail!! Excellent poem!!

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