"Bee Butt"  Copyright 2000 Dancing Bear

Thorn In Your Paw

As you sleep
I rearrange perfume decanters,
bobby pins,
body lotion.

Last night I took a sliver
from your foot
soon all the reasons for my staying here
will end.

You never warned me
you would turn soft
that I would stand over you with a dust cloth
and watch you snore.

Now that I've removed the thorn
you want more;
there must be a way to clean
without waking you.

Copyright 2000  Teresa White
All Rights Reserved

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