Soaking Wet

A reflection on showers.


Soaking Wet

Standing in the shower,
I close my eyes
pretending that it is you
caressing my body,
clinging to my skin,
warming me
with love and comfort.
We whisper softly
to each other
of a better place,
where we never need
to be separated again.
Yet, when I open my eyes,
I see you've slipped through my fingers
once again,
dripping further and further away
down the drain and out of sight.
Will I ever get to see you again,
or will my skin prune
and burn into nothing
as I await among
the crowds of droplets,
pooling with my tears
of loneliness
in this harsh, damp world?

I anticipate
when we meet again,
our warmth will mingle,
creating a sauna of tenderness
for us to bathe in
for those brief moments
when our passion can flourish.