The Shower

Someday.

Maybe a hot August night
and we want to wash away the day's sweat.

Maybe a chilly-cruel February day
and we need to warm the cold ache in our bones.

We'll step into the shower
and wash away the days worry grime fear work
and wash it all down
sharing a beer under the falling water

I'll clear Our Hair trapped in the drain
intertwined into and around each other's
to allow the water to flow better down
You'll kiss the back of my neck
and I'll give your knee a squeeze

We hold each other close
letting the water slid down our bodies
pass the bottle back and forth
sipping from it
smiling

I'll wash your hair
and you'll rub my back
as the bottle's label begins to curl at the edges
and the beaded sweat mixes with the tiny splashes spray
from you and me