towel

I've been tossed into the ring
rung out
pinned to the clothesline
and hung out to dry.
but it's all worth it
when you emerge from the shower
dripping wet
and I drink
every bead of water
that clings to your skin.
wrapped around your waist
I clench and caress.
I measure
each silky strand of your hair
and massage
the soles of your feet.
and when the cycle is complete
I rest on a shelf
anticipating your call.
I can't wait
to be all over you again.


Paul David Mena
24 June, 1997
Naples, FL


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