Water trickles over toes
Two sets of hands, scour
Elbows bump and ankles slip
Muddled in a frothy clamor

Power lines in finger tips
Puddles under feet
A taste on your tongue like sauvignon
A liquid partition

Echoed moans meet halted silence
We dive in shallows
Inhale fathoms
Our taught breath is lost in steam

In my hair
Stinging eyes
Cleansing deep
I don’t want to rinse you out

—m.h.

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