quiet evening.

I sit in the tub
filled to the top with bubbles and tension
covering my important parts
that are lonely without yours.

Condensation disguises the tears
and the hot water sings me sleepy
from stripping away the aches.

My pores feel flooded
soaked up like a sun-dried sponge
leaving me heavy and sopping.

I’ll be dry again
by tomorrow morning.

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2 Comments to “quiet evening.”

  1. sad and sensual. very good poem!

  2. such a beautiful poem, encorporating love and yearning ot the extent where nothing seems whole without that certain person. amazing!

    “filled to the top with bubbles and tension”
    great phasing! (:

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