Bathroom InvasionA Poem by David P. EckertA gentle fantasy
Bathroom Invasion An off-limits room, Woman’s room Sink, shower, tile and floor, Vanity and toilet What colors? Achromatic grays, blacks, whites? Some quinacridone spice Or scarlet red for fire? Chrome faucets With brass or copper trim? The purest form, No filagree to squint the eye. But maybe mirror beveled To fracture shafts of light To sparkle cross the little space? A place for just her use -- Retreat from all To solitude. The urge to invade so strong. To creep tween screen And window frame, Or snake out neath the door And leave a simple mark That says Kilgore Stood here. But how to do it, Leave a trace, A dab of pthalo blue Just above the mirror there An eyebrow on the wall, A splash of Aqua Velva too Or Old Spice just as well To give the room an alien scent-- And last, not least, a bar Of Dial or Irish Spring Inside the shower stall To say hi there, Remember me, and see What then she’ll do. Of course the best, And sweetest route Into this mystery space, Is to wend your way Into her thoughts, By romance and honest love. She’ll keep you close by In her dreams And take you where she goes. David Eckert 1/18/2006 © 2008 David P. EckertReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorDavid P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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