As the water and suds recede,
I allow the bubbles to seep into my ears
the sound like Pop Rocks candy
exploding in my brain
drumming in my ear drums.
When it is over,
I wring out the washcloth
and watch as the water does
a tornado dance down the drain--
and my tears with it.
But the bubbles will linger on my body
will cling to me like a desperation
I once felt from you.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
As the water and suds recede,
I allow the bubbles to seep into my ears
the sound like Pop Rocks candy
exploding in my brain
drumming in my ear drums.
When it is over,
I wring out the washcloth
and watch as the water does
a tornado dance down the drain--
and my tears with it.
But the bubbles will linger on my body
will cling to me like a desperation
I once felt from you.
