The Trappings of Love

Rusty razor blades sitting in the bin,
hairbrushes and combes, laying loose.

Bathroom items lounging about,
and something fluffy is stuck to the floor.

Empty plastic bottles and bits sit still,
and dirty laundry piles up even higher.

Packets of surfboards hide from sight;
sex toys blush, quietly contemplating life.

The drain gurgles about your love life;
the trappings of love have found you both –
as you fleece each other with the tweezers.

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