you know how it is

youre sitting on the potforgot to bring a book in with you

yawoudnt dare in a public stall

  so you look at the floor tiles the worked concrete to see what you can see

he usually looked furthest away

worked his way back towards his feet

but usually his business was finished before he was hafway

sitting on the pot this morning he quit with the fargaze  the tiles coming out from under a huge clawfoot bathtub

he looked directly down between his feet

                                          almost shit

between them was the face of a blindfolded woman

her brow unfurled untroubled

                               her cheeks mouth lips composed informing him of her bemused experienced submission

he was awfully tempted to reach down take her by the back of the head  but didnt

she was new

               and like her he wouldnt like it if someone took him by the back of the headdicktated his movements expressions

in time 

over time as intimacy intimacies grow are learned   games played 

                                                                       heads are pushed hair is yanked

   that Patience  was titillating

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