Cool English Air
By birksy
Under the cold shower head, today burns like any other, the floor is wet, my humour dry as ever. Wash for the day, wash last night away, hold my breath through the steam, can’t see straight any more. Towels nice and warm, wrapped tight around my chest, today I must face the baggage of yesterday. Then I open the door, cool English air sucks the goose from my pimples, and I wish I could stay here in the warm. Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 02:28 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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