Face Towel

Unseen beauty measures silent;
This took a long, long way-
A short, little gray blindness of metal
Rosily taken, unremarkably spun.

At one dark turn, it was a forever
And "ever" meant "meaningful";
Sweetly bitter tears caught silky,
A sticky, screaming vow of poverty
As perhaps, some lady's friend.

Still now, it stays, stays rushing
The meekest rough thread in and out,
Barely through a daily smile-to-smile,
A barely-course, almost sinister.

All angers and humors take to
Destroy vanity into a simple mind, for...
It was not hard before, not anymore.
Still in love, it softly caresses this
Unreasoned oddity of scrubbing work.

Somewhere, the virgin form exists
All broken and innocent as before-
Soft was awfully hard, then.