I feel the cool clear liquid
run over my smooth hands
they feel silky like pajamas
the water rushes off my fingers
into the opening in the white bowl
my left hand reaches over to
grasp my favorite hand soap
from my all time favorite store
immediately as I pump some
into my palm, the tangy sweet
smell emerges from the bottle
and streams into my nostrils
I rub my hands under the coolness
until my milk chocolate hands
turn the color of skim milk
I feel like I’m holding little clouds
lifting my hands toward my face
inhaling pink grapefruit till I’m satisfied
I reluctantly dip my hands back in the water
and watch the clouds disappear into the
void in the white bowl
the water stops running and I lift my hands to
my face once again and breathe in
such a wonderful feeling
I think this is one of my best poems thus far. :)
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