I remove my underwear
Step into the bathtub without
Turning on the water
Pass judgment on the grout
And cracked ceiling tiles
Showered in remorse, suds
My hair with memories
Your touch washes over my
Thigh and I wonder what
You ponder -- do you sit in
Your bath curling your
Toes around the faucet?
Thinking of me? Caress
The waxiness of soap bar
In the tray with my knee
The rubber band entangling
My hair caught by my
Fingers, pull, loosen my
Mind, loosen my grip on
The porcelain to slide down
Toes on the faucet until
Cold water begins to cover
My body -- wash you away.
May 29, 2001
Tuesday, May 29, 2001
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