Sunday, February 24, 2008

Sappy. Soap. Soup.

Sappy.
Soap.
Soup.

Sappy, soapy soup.
Tomato soup
In a bread bowl.
In my T-shirt,
Running down my arm pit.

Pita bread,
Playing Ping-Pong
In bed.
A shower pond.

The soapy soup
Of our first shower,
Hot soup
And a spoon of glower.

Running drops,
Soapy soup,
Creamy me,
Sappy you.
The shiny smile,
Of curtailing steam.

A.