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I Paint Myself in Brighter Hues
by V. Blakeshe was topless in the
off-white morning light of my
cluttered little bedroom when
she requested toiletries which
didn't smell like men and
it wasn't until later that
i recognized she had not
asked out of vanity but
instead an inclination to
remain unnoticed by her
husband. 11/19/2015 Posted on 11/19/2015
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 11/19/15 at 05:35 PM I would make her bring her own, or steal them? There is no thinking though when that morning light is casting such shadows. Here's to a better hue, and the clue. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/19/15 at 06:20 PM Brilliant piece of work V. Start to finish. Powerful connecting center lines: she requested toiletries which didn't smell like men and. Straight into my favorites. :) |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 11/20/15 at 06:56 PM The spell cast of the morning after - that bright blinding light. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 11/29/15 at 02:40 AM Oh $#%@. |
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