Sexy Back

A minute more
and the sensuous steam will drain.

Till then I gaze at my shampooed hair
I cannot throw back like you do,

through bindi-sized dabs I hope
lasted a little longer

before the sheet of parched breaths
mends itself

and I’m left scraping
wool, tweed, colour

in which is lost somewhere
your sexy back.

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