The frosted glass
waved glass is suitable
only for covering
my unsuitable nakedness
I am writing
backwards messages
in the steam from my water
and heavy breath (thinking of you)
The same finger
that draws this offensive
unnecessary message (after all, children live next door to you)
wants to trace the sweat
and water droplets
down your back
It's a pity this glass is frosted
this glass is waved
I'm never sure
my message gets through
2 comments:
mmmm... I like this one.
I'm still reading your writings. I just don't have much to say other than I look forward to my infrequent visits.
I like most of what I read , but I feel like an intruder into your thoughts.
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