Metal softly clinks on ceramic.
Fingers joggle embossed grip,
elevate blades toward moistened hide.
Darkness covers the corner
opposite antique coaster bed
disheveled by fitful sleepers.
Her hair, twirled into tangles
flows on the pillow, nasal noises
mask the music of his movements.
Any light might arouse her,
awakening her to revive
last night's squabble.
Their endless feud
over contentions long forgotten
encircles their days.
Blades glide over chin and cheeks.
Shaving quietly in darkness
avoids anger in the morning.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
Metal softly clinks on ceramic.
Fingers joggle embossed grip,
elevate blades toward moistened hide.
Darkness covers the corner
opposite antique coaster bed
disheveled by fitful sleepers.
Her hair, twirled into tangles
flows on the pillow, nasal noises
mask the music of his movements.
Any light might arouse her,
awakening her to revive
last night's squabble.
Their endless feud
over contentions long forgotten
encircles their days.
Blades glide over chin and cheeks.
Shaving quietly in darkness
avoids anger in the morning.
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