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
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