Rusty showerhead pouring liquid over my frame,
Singing while restless soul rinses away.
Pull back the mildewed curtain; press your lips to mine.
Powerful shadows follow your decay.
Green walls of the downtown apartment shadowed by you.
Please peel away your walls like the paint
peeling on mine litters the brown burbur
Cotton towel hides my body from your modest glance
barefoot tread toward you in your worn armchair
curl myself in the beam of pale morning light which shines
on your lap through faded draperies
Envisioning our future, devoid of well-worn fibers
Late for work, ignoring the time, cherishing your cheap cologne,
loving you although your aspiration has lost stimulation.
July 24, 1998
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