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Click herehis hands in the dishwater
I press my nose into the fragrance of his upper back
And inhale slowly then kiss his salty skin
Really wishing we weren’t so busy this morning
Found many different definition, none that I can see how they make sense here. So I still don't know what it means in this context.
Doesn't take away much from this poem though. A vivid snapshot of everyday beauty, with just the right details highlighted to turn it, in my opinion, from prosaic to poetic.
I'm not too cracy about the spacing thing around "slowly". I see what you're going for, but it doesn't need it. It's a world that carries that connotation just fine on it's own. It doesn't need a formatting gimmick for empasis.
....my comment disappeared. I love short poems that say a lot as this one does. Suffice to say - I give it five.
Tess