Pressing The Flesh

Posted: April 5, 2014 in My Poetry
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Day 5  and yet another instalment of NaPoWriMo.

Pressing the flesh

“Lesson one

Get out there;

be visible;

look ‘em in the eye;

flash ‘em a smile;

press the flesh.”

 

Perfect teeth

gleamed through

a lips only smile.

He gripped my hand

in his, cold and wet

“Watch and learn.”

 

Working the room

he held their gaze

and pressed the flesh

not noticing they

wiped their hands

as he walked away.

 

 

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