Monday, August 06, 2007

 
CLEAN. SHAVEN.

all his gates are desolate
his virgins are afflected
he is in bitterness....

lamentations: chapter 1 verse 4

as she drank and smoked
chitted and chatted
danced and did yoga

a single candle flickered

rising to her feet and with her back to me
she pulled the bottom of her tan dress drees up
and over her head then settled back onto the
blanket covered floor and spun around to
face me with crossed outstreched legs

slowly i ran my hands from ankles to kness
back to ankles before uncrossing her legs
which revealed a dark grevious abomination
that was hurtful and injurious to my eyes....

she was clean. shaven.

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