So used to wasting water,
Letting it fall and slide between my fingers
And you,
You pull me softly down like a glittering river
Like getting lost in a story or a dream
That could surely last forever
Here I am just soaking wet
Clothes heavy and dripping on the tile floor,
Reaching down,
Begging to join yours
You, staring into me
With the greenest things I’ve ever seen
Spreading out until they’re everything