If I could I would pause you nowWith your liquid laugh echoing
In the bathroom while you watch me
Shaving in the morning mirror.
Your face mimics mine as I stretch
My skin to smooth the passing
Of the razor's each sharp sweep.
Like Jonathon Joe in the verse
Our mouths are like huge Os;
So soon we are giggling. I'm swallowing
Foam and I'm glad drowning in love.
So let's stop and grasp what we share -
Small moments - let's not ask for more,
For how long before it's your hair there
And there's a lock upon the bathroom door?
2 comments:
"each sharp sweep" is beautiful
I really love this poem
This poem brought a tear to my eye. I appreciate the overwhelming love tinged with sadness and inevitability of the onslaught of time.
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