He stared in the mirror
Seeing the mundane
And repetitive
The tired
As he lifted a razor
To shave a scarred
Age worn face
Of it’s daily peppered growth.
He dipped the blade
In the hot running water
And brought it up to the
Lathered Aloe Barbisol.
He caught a glimpse of her
In the foggy mirror.
She was in the tub behind him
Shaving her legs.
She was fifteen years younger
Than he.
He stopped and watched for a moment.
There was nothing
Mundane about that.
She didn’t know that he was studying her
Like a noteworthy oiled treasure
Holding space
On a south facing wall
In a celebrated museum
He found solace in her movement
The perfumed water
Ebbing from her flesh.
He dipped his blade back under the scalding water
And drew crimson red instantly.
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