Thursday, January 26, 2012

Cold Water Morning by Gregory Luce


Cold Water Morning

No hot water
on this cold morning
so I rinse my body
and hair lightly,
warm a pan of water
on the stove to shave,
scrape the razor down
my cheeks and gently
move it over my throat,
the tenderness I give
my skin that I deny
my heart.

                - Gregory Luce



Gregory Luce is the author of the chapbooks Signs of Small Grace (Pudding House) and Drinking Weather (Finishing Line); he has published poems in numerous print and online journals and lives in Washington, DC, where he works as Production Specialist for National Geographic. Twitter: @dctexpoet

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5 comments:

Gregory Luce said...

Thank you, Amanda! I love the image you picked as well.

Lori said...

awww ... so wonderful! thank you! <3

Eydie said...

"the tenderness I give
my skin that I deny
my heart”

I head myself sigh when I read those words.

Gregory, Your poem is beautiful.

Settme3 said...

I wonder at the lines on my face and see time passing

Greg said...

Edyie: Thank you so much!

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