A strand of her remainedA Poem by GlassboxesA strand of her remained clinging to the bathroom tile. A single hair from her untamed mane caught his eye and meanwhile, clinging to the bathroom tile, he tries not to remember why she caught his eye and meanwhile the water runs down drowning out his outcry. He tries not to remember why her hair was like a harp between his fingers. The water runs down drowning out his outcry but the scent of her shampoo still lingers. Her hair was like a harp between his fingers, he remembers, as he pulls it taut against his tongue but the scent of her shampoo still lingers and he gets caught up in the way she clung. He remembers, as he pulls it taut against his tongue, how she sounded when he strummed her, how he got caught up in the way she clung, how it sounded when he strummed a single hair from her untamed mane the strand of her that remained. © 2010 GlassboxesAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 21, 2010 Last Updated on January 21, 2010 AuthorGlassboxesLutherville, MDAboutSalutations, my name is Gabriel. Symbolism and mythology (especially Greek mythology) play a major part in my writing... so does blood-shedding carnage occasionally. My form of choice for poems ha.. more..Writing
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