Hour glass figure to die for,
she counts the seconds down, relentlessly.
complexion so clear, and faultless,
she moves inside, golden and fine.
I can turn her upside down, and she never complains,
just sits there silently, doing what she does best.
.....eggtimers are not all the same....
I would like to express how much I loved this poem but I can think of are a string over used words but believe me I mean them,
great poem, intense, stunning images,
every line is sharp and powerful. Brilliantly written.