Ashtrays and Flirtations

Hot clean water
wash away
the clumsy kisses
of the night before

wash away
the overflowing ashtrays and flirtations
the growling stomach

wash away
the insatiable appetite
for broken treaties
and trespassed boundaries

Morning shower
wash away
the man I want to be
so I can live with
the one I am

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