Am I just a piece in your daily rites:
Used, dampened and hung up to dry?
I often wonder how much you love me,
Whether you really like me the way it seems.
I’ve heard you speak of loving my colour;
Of being impressed by my very soft texture;
You say I soak up a lot and I’m exquisite
That I’ve been around for quite some time.
I’ve mapped all your contours and your folds;
All your nakedness I’ve known by the tendrils
Of my soft fine strands; and my memory always
Soaks up your body scent fresh from a bath.
I shield your bare bosom beneath my softness,
Hugging you deftly as you step out the bath –
Touching your torso, your hips and your thighs.
We are intimate. I even feel much more!
I know your covered secrets: the birth mark,
The fair patch, and the mole. I enjoy the way
You guide me gently inbetween your legs
Soaking the moisture (that, I know is mutual).
I savour every inch of our salubrious relationship:
The way you care, keeping me clean, the hot
Soapy washes and warm times in the sun –
Keeping me crisp and fresh for ready use.
I appreciate your shaved legs and trimmed hairs;
Your silky skin; your spotless face and your long hair.
Still I wonder how deeply you love me, whenever
You hang me out to dry.
Copyright ©November 7, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.
A very innovative way of presenting the poem on a rare subject.
The way the relationship between the Towel and the owner is beautiful.
Amazing!
“The pages of her diary had never wondered,
A dreadful incident would leave her thundered.”
Read my poem “Survivor” at
https://akashsingh2017.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/survivor/
Hope it inspires you and touches your heart
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My pleasure. Do go through my blog, friend 🙂
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Will do
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The relationship between towel & owner… Very personal, very deep. iLove
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😊 Thanks
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