exfoliating mask off his face,
wandering around the kitchen
wearing high black socks a la
Bird Man, his navy bathrobe
circa 1979, emanating a slight
smell of mildew; his new
Ed Hardy shoes from Nordstrom
Rack gracing his feet.
Ah, male beauty.
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I was really hoping there'd be a picture to go along with this poem when I read the title, but then I was okay with the lack of photo after I read it. ;)
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