The Feel of Spandex
It’s a routine exam.
No need to get undressed,
to check arthritic joints
and all the rest which fails.
It’s getting worse,
he assails with words.
Then, his hand
runs the length of my leg,
tracing meager contours and curves.
I am vexed
and wonder,
is it me
or the feel of spandex
he desires?
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If Only
If I had my way there’d only be laughs and giggles
We’d all be innocent and a little tipsy
Smiling at the slightest thing
Never hurt or angry, nor scared or injured
Soaking in every moment completely without worry
Hardly able to sleep for being so alive
There’d be no sad good-byes no aching absence
Nothing precious lost and only laughter found
Nothing to envy, only things to admire
Nothing to horde, plenty to share
Laughs and giggles
If only I had my way
I called it Abstract chair painting. It looks like a chair in a space ship.
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