by Sue Pico -- written 10/12/01 in response to "Love Poem" lesson
My sliding glance is caught by the slightly moist shoulder bent in lifting out the sink. Pulling the range top is easy once the wires are severed by knowing hands. Skirting the �frig in the middle of the floor is tolerated in order to reach, heat, and remove the Formica. Brushing the sticky contact cement with a delicate stroke allows the new surface to rest in comfort as we enjoy the new look of our refurbished kitchen counters. There is nothing more enticing than a handsome handyman husband! His sudden silence start my run... |