The naked vulnerability
a threatening rustling of curtains
through the torrents of rain.
I still expect
the thrust
of the archetypical dagger
the noise outside the deluge
muddled, but with implicit danger
I grip the soap
it slips nefariously
from my hands
I bend over
such blind trust.
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LOL--this is a well written, hysterical write. hee hee
sounds like fun :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)