framed

 
in
the mirror
as I dry my hair
a frame is formed
the curve of my hip
the arch of my lifted arm
the edge of the mirror
and in the frame
is you
your head
on the pillow
in my bed
almost
touching
the reflected
swell of my breast
and I forget for a moment
about my purpose here
the dryer blows unheeded
as I stare at this wonder
of you in my frame
and wish for a
photographic
memory
 

7 thoughts on “framed

  1. Very good – I enjoy poetry that plays with the shape and delivery of the words, as well as the word themselves – the frame is a nice touch and it’s all the better because of it. Upon reading it again, I love the middle bit rhyming you and pillow – excellent.

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