Monday, February 25, 2008

to be alone with me.

the soap leaves a residue in the holder
what was meant to cleanse
leaves something to be cleaned
behind.

i will let it run just to see
how hot it can get
how much can i stand?

turing the knob left every few minutes with my toes
my body absorbs the heat
until the knob won't turn anymore.

i need this warmth to stay with me
till morning
when i wake and must again take in the coldness of the world.

1 comment:

Elysie said...

i like it.

shower/life poems are sweet.