Bathwater Lover

I crave your hot wet submersion, holding

my head high above skin stuck surface tension tickling

foam, a mermaid without gills. Your water logs

my salty soluble tears the same as scented Epsom–

bright faucet gurgle laughter stirring warmth:

osmosis smile chemical reaction.


Your porcelain walls are just big enough

for me alone.


I’ll soak until your bipolar hydrogen oxygen ionic bond

slows cold, pull the plug and drain you

so I can rinse off and walk out


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