So what was it about stubble on my face
that made her flinch and withdraw,
but it did, an evening shave
became portal to romance: no shave, no love.
After she left, I reveled in late day growth;
I'd scratch my chin, in satisfying solitude
and then one afternoon, in mid-sentence,
my friend, officemate reached out to me...
cupped palms to my face, "so ..sexy". Smiling now,
sudden, funny how I'd never noticed, her eyes....
Author notes
Prompt: - Five o’clock shadow -
A contest entry
- One Prompt...Now Make It Work by Dalaney.
825 points, ended November 30, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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you just gave me a zinger with this one!
I love the little surprise ending!
Lane
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Nice tale of revelation.
Good luck.
Buddy
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