Water |
| by Wendy LaTulippe |
I want to be your water
And splash against your face.
Make whiskers bristle hard
And hold the blade in place.
I long to mate with your shampoo
And create a loving lather,
Ooze between your workday fingers,
In your cupped palms I'll gather.
I long to fill your restful tub
And lap against your skin,
Swirl counter at your fingertips
Then counter swirl again.
In liquid form I'll soothe you,
Seep sneaky past your limbs,
Leave droplet beads like lovenotes;
Baptize you from your sins.
I'll be there to massage you hot
When your poor muscles ache,
And I'll be cool upon your flesh
When summer dog days break.
And I will be your sustenance
And quench your every thirst
And I will be your last desire
Just as I was your first.
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