Shaving
Most men shave every day. It is
Our ritual of hygiene and vanity.
A clean, freshly shaven face will
get results, restore our sanity.
The act of shaving makes us think,
about our imperfections, the mirror
is unfair but also indispensable, our
nervous hands grow steady there.
Lately I have begun to see another
side of me. As I spread the creamy foam,
and slowly pull the razor through, I
wonder what she might think of me.
This feeling gets me through the day
I touch my face tenderly, just to see
how it might feel to be touched, how
it might feel to be touched by her someday.
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