her porcelain leaving

one hair of her is adhered to the bathtub tonight

& the way it is signed there is a bittersweet sight.

i try to find meaning in its pale tangerine,

tease pleasure from her signature divine.

&, as i soak, i stroke with my finger, her

porcelain leaving, into the shape of a heart.

27 thoughts on “her porcelain leaving

  1. I really love you as a poet and as a blogger Nick… the bathtub scene is poignant and visual, to me it’s the irritations or sadnesses being part of a couple, plus choosing to over-ride them with love… but also your comment replies here add so much… something a bit priceless. xoxo

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