Sharing Showers

 

She tosses off the last article

of clothing attached to her

 

He cracks his neck and leans

forward in anticipation

 

She experiments with knobs

to find the perfect temp.

 

He holds out his hand

and clasps at descending H2O

 

She steps inward

 

He moves forward

 

She’s entranced with the feel

that’s crescendoing on her skin

 

His breath skips as she fills

up every possible thought

 

She is closing her eyes

as her pores get saturated

 

He is soaking up the moment

as his hair curls upward

 

She thinks of only him

 

He thinks of only her

 

Both are drenched

 

She steps out of the tub

and grabs a towel

 

The time is 11 p.m.

 

He steps off the sidewalk

and turns toward his apartment

 

As the rain drains from the clouds

in a stark dark sky

 

The time is 11 p.m.