Like a pharaoh half naked
In a white Egyptian cotton towel
Wrapped around his waist
And a hand towel on his head
Tucked behind his ears
He avoids eye contact with me
My heart sinks into my wet slippers
And I begin to worship him secretly
As I get out of the shower
In the morning after
I put my finger in the cage.
What difference does it make
If it was not as venomous
It needed the courage of Cleopatra
To touch his snake.
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