A BATHROOM SOAP
If soap could think
and feel - would it
enjoy its shiny newness?
Would it shrink
from rough hands
leaving grimy traces,
hate the abrasive violence
of nail-brush bristles?
But gentled in the shower,
seduced in softer places
and knowing warm delights,
would it then rise
to its full potential
in a foaming lather?
©2004 Jean Frances
