The mechanic turns my insides
into spaghetti, sans the sauce.
sitting in the bathtub I soap-up
hischalk white arms, arms filled
with a gang of tattoos.
The aroma of sweat and smoke is
tonic water floating steadily into my
mouth and I lap it up like champagne
served from a flute, his flute, if you will
Amazing how much of a mess two slim
people can make in a tub, like silly kids
playing Titanic on a lazy friday night.
S.
i love to imagine i was one of them.
ReplyDeletelove your words, sensual as ever, sensual as noone else i know about
I've never played Titanic but wow it sounds fun!
ReplyDeleteCount me in, Shauna :}
ReplyDeleteThis may be the first time that I think I'm actually inferring dirtier metaphors than you intended with some of your imagery. I'm not sure though -- you're REALLY good. :)
ReplyDeletehey loulou, you are too kind, friend.
ReplyDeletehey there ben dittyluv: try it, you'll like it:]
ReplyDeletepaige, you're in babe.
ReplyDeletecammila, wow - where have you been luv, have
ReplyDeleteyour really been reading me or are your thoughts
just that pure - congrats again