conduit shrugs
from sleepy wither
morning scrapes
itself off the night
with bruised studded clouds
I will shower
soaps lather run
looming down
at the hoodless one
shaped contour of
male tissue erectile
veined with coming age
desensitized to cotton touch
hidden behind
clasp of gideon sundbuck
soft towel rub
once retreated
so nobody will know
it’s a shame
that this dome
quite architectural
with narrow eye
can shine and shimmer
in fluid moments
of interaction
but for now
the day pale clad
has begun
me as of today