Thinking while shaving: Take 2

As the razor skid

across my wet

unsoapy legs,

I was reminded

of all the hands

that have followed

the same path.

Hands soft like

lambs ear, hands

that tickle and

hands that left

a sting like the

nicks on my knees.

But as I rubbed

lotion on my legs

I knew that my own

hands were my

favorite.

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