This word weds the filthy with the innocent. Since when has so much illicitness been paired off with such wholesome, well-washed stuff?
Loins love company and thus ‘loin’ is usually pluralized, as in “the fruit of his loins.” I had a great time looking it up: “The front part of the hindquarters.” Oh.
We lose our puritan shame about ‘loins’ when it comes to sirloin and tenderloin.
Cloth on the other hand was squeaky clean. Until this word happened.
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True confession: I'm always slightly grossed out by the word "tenderloin."
Oh, how loincloths have been part of my life in the theatre.
Likewise, Sandy. But my daughter's favorite sandwich.
Oh, yes, a very tasty sandwich! I just ignore the name and enjoy. :)
Hi, Sarah. I enjoy your poems and blog. I recently wrote a flash inspired by your blog's name. I hope that's okay. It will be published soon and I'll make sure my bio reflects where the poem got its name. I do hope this is all okay with you. Thanks for inspiring me! Best, Daniel Romo
That is perfectly ok. I'm flattered.
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