Bathwater Lover

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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.

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Your porcelain walls are just big enough

for me alone.

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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.

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