Shower

I got home tonight, 12:33 A.M.

It's already tomorrow.

I didn't want to start my day

Wishing it were already over

The night sky nearing brightness.


I'd like to step in your shower

Let your drops, molting leaves

Fall off my arched neck

Dribble slowly down my breasts,

Stomach, thighs, knees

Until my feet are swollen red

Weighted by your touch.


I want your sweet warmth

To loosen my back muscles

Release the boa that constricts me.

Catch my breath.

Lose track of time.

Laugh at soggy fingertips.


Your fingers tip me.

I'm blindfolded and spun around

Ten times.


Tipping

Falling

Tipping

Falling


You catch me.


by E. M. Soos