Warm water Streaming down
Prickly marble Cold to the touch,
Following the contours Just like the soap and water Washing and touching To the sound of Her contented sigh And the rain like frying Of the falling water.
I feel Your soap slick hands, Gliding across my skin, Hot, steamy breath Upon my neck, I hear Your delighted laughter, Deep, throaty, wicked Laugh, Until my eyes open And you’re not There.
I get so cold, Skin like stone Same as the core, Heat Beading off Into a fog As I slowly regain My humanity.
Water’s heat, The memory of Your body Pressed to mine My arms enfolding Your curves And the sound Of your sigh In my ears, A phantom Soon displaced, By the cold Water