Saturday, August 8, 2009

Morning shower


Rhythmic lyrical streamlets of water run down my body
like poetry when I'm inspired,
like someone turned the faucet on with their voice.
the smell of my wet skin is coiled around me,
is coiled around me,
Morning water pushes on and across me,
warmth and comfort
permeating through the years
it's always been the same and I
have always loved it.

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