Bleached

Bleached

When she smiled

like that

she let just a little

bit of light

shine through what

might well

have been another

dark day ..

My father called her

Harpic

because he said she

was clean

round the bloody

bend ..

Her house smelled

of old

disinfectant and she

told me

that she was sterile ..

Lay down

with me I duly begged

and bleed me,

let all of my colours

weep ..

It was then, that she

smiled again

and she bleached me ..

 

 

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Full of beauty and sensuality.

[Neville]

thanks Thomas .. much appreciated .. Neville

[DIVYA]

What do I say but that never before have I read such sensuality coming through a poem with bleach! This seemed like such a thorough and mind-blowing bleaching he got!
I'm just blown away by it, dear N!

[Neville]

I admit there is a certain causticity here but I felt it was well worth it becaustic to quote L'Oréal she was worth it .. ta DIVYA .. I had intended to pop in for but a few moments to respond to a single review and now find myself being spoilt rotten .. cheers, Neville

[DIVYA]

Neville, I've never read the subject treated so differently. and refreshingly. After all the usual stuff for eons, the mind needs a jerk. Even yearns for it. This poem did it for me.

[Neville]

I'll take that as a yes then .. cheers D .. N 😎👍

[DIVYA]

Cheers!!!
Smiling all the way from here to there, dear N.
:))))))))))))))))))))