Shaving This Morning
(5-19-99)
by David B. Rhaesa
 
As the blade
Glides across my skin
I think of you
And your skin
And our connections
Sometimes tight
Sometimes frayed
And I wonder if I trust you
Enough
To ask you to shave my face
And wonder if you’d think
I’m nuts for asking
I hope that I ask someday
And I hope that you shave my face
A ritual of mutual trust