Poetry Contest Entry 3

“Preoccupied” As a boy playing on my father’s boat I cursed like a sailor, but my mother Never made me put soap in my mouth. I Only felt burdened by furrowed brow and clenched jaw—                                       Long past, but solidly in mind.     Now there is you, and I miss you when I shower. The smell of the soap I use as an excuse to touch you Envelopes me, reminds me, this basic solution that touches my lips by accident as you were wont to do, Of your hips, of your raised arm Brushing wet wisps behind a shoulder … Continue reading Poetry Contest Entry 3