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
Clean.
