By Hank Christian
Date: 18 May 2000
Showers
The water slides down my thigh like hot blood
as my hand glides in rythmn to the pulse of the shower
washing away the day
the smell of you
causing a sharp bitter pang of loss deep in my heart.
The smooth silky soap melts from the heat of my tired body
reducing the friction between hand and skin
facilitating the familiar communion,
aloe and jasmine
as i inhale you all over.
As if in a trance
without conscious direction
my hand is tracing the path of you again
remembering the trail of kisses
that teased
and tickled
and drove me beyond thought.
As if determined to mark every spot
every taste with your ruby lips;
your mouth roamed with a wildness,
and a tenderness
you had never shown me before
in quite that combination.
And as if it has a memory all its own
my skin is tingling again
sending a shiver of pure desire up my spine
an electrical current that renews my desire
penis stirring, mind enthralled.
And for me eternity stops
in mid-breath
as your whisper echoes anew through
the hallways of lust
in my sacred cathederal of your memory
'I need you now.'
So I close my eyes tight
water beating a warriors call on my eyelids
And fix your face in my mind
and melt into the salty flow
of life
Right down the drain
again.
5/18/00
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