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Prosaic-Scriptor — Elegance waits
Published: 2010-04-07 04:17:48 +0000 UTC; Views: 277; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 4
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Description Shushing sounds from the hissing water 
  sputter down my slick skin 
as the shower grows
  cooler and the shivers expand-

I barely have time to rinse.
  
  There's a hint of lavender scent in the
mists of steam,
  sudsy blossoms that bead on my dripping head.
There it goes, down the drain,
   something I won't remember soon.

You must see the
    Reflections of my thoughts on
the silver tap;
    your eyes sucking my breath like
the soapy water down the clogged pipes,
    rasping through drizzled drains.

   Rusty water grinding to a halt.
Slip of wet toes on dewy tiles.

   I am dripping down myself and slapping
cool ground,
  disintegrating in the turgid silence,
pregnant with hope
  or remorse

  wishing as I watch
the droplets melting into air:
   think of me, lovely;
think of me tonight.
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Comments: 4

HoldingBackTears [2010-08-25 02:20:03 +0000 UTC]

I love, love, LOVE the last stanza.

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Prosaic-Scriptor In reply to HoldingBackTears [2010-08-25 05:51:23 +0000 UTC]

Thanks so much. Glad you liked it.

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caybeach [2010-04-21 04:38:49 +0000 UTC]

Wonderfully written, it flows beautifully

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chief-spazz [2010-04-07 04:49:34 +0000 UTC]

It has a wonderful flow, and could almost be sung, like an ode. It rings with emotion. However, the rhythm seems a bit erratic.

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